Letras
Turn on the screen, they sell you fear,
Another headline screaming in your ear.
Red or blue, pick a side,
While they're counting cash behind the lie.
They feed us words like truth in chains,
Talking loud but nothing changes.
Raise the flag, swallow pride,
Think for yourself or take the ride.
Don't tell me who I'm supposed to be,
I'm not your flag-waving parody.
Your fake debates, your TV kings,
I'm done believing in broken things.
Shout it out, tear it down,
No more clowns running this town.
Don't tell me who I'm supposed to be,
I'm not your headline tragedy.
This is my voice, my minor riot,
I won't live like your perfect idiot.