The Truth Is Dead - Mark Morton, D. Randall Blythe, Alissa White-Gluz

Long gone are the days of right and wrong

Complacent overcast

Pried eyes

A fodder feast to glut the minds

Shots fired

Watch the soapbox rise

A forked tongue, a french kiss

Ill winds blowing blacklists

Left is right

And black is white

Buying face

Selling, resourcing coins and cashing checks

Deep states (Deep states)

And surface illusions (And surface illusions)

Blank space (Blank space)

And buried collusions (Collusions)

Hold my hand

And fill my head

Ring in nose, still unopposed

The truth is dead

Blessed bliss, binary codes

Ignorance in lethal loads

Shield the rich and kill the sick

Snake oil rigs annointed, trust fund pigs duly appointed

Deep states (Deep states)

And surface illusions (And surface illusions)

Blank space (Blank space)

And buried collusions (Collusions)

Hold my hand

And fill my head

Ring in nose, still unopposed

The truth is dead

The truth is dead

The truth is dead

The truth is dead

Every wall a window, every door a lock

Heads in the sand, we feign oblivion

Welcoming landscapes of shadows and fallacies

Total eclipse more appealing than reality

Hold my hand

And fill my head

Ring in nose, still unopposed

The truth is dead

Hold my hand

And fill my head

Ring in nose, still unopposed

The truth is dead