The blue light spills like oceans
We smile and let it in
It cures us of our questions
Like hoods on peregrine
Knowledge locked in a tower
Barons will hold the key
But if knowledge is power,
Know this is tyranny
All we`re asking for is what`s ours
You think they`re selling you truth,
Truth is, they`re selling you out
The truth, they`re selling you out
The black ink fuels our notions
That all the facts are in
It cures us of our questions
Like hoods on peregrine
Knowledge locked in a tower
Barons will hold the key
But if knowledge is power,
Know this is tyranny
All we`re asking for is what`s ours
You think they`re selling you truth
But they`re just selling you
And if we keep buying in
The line between lies and truth
Will wear paper thin,
Paper thin
You think they`re selling you truth,
The truth is, they`re selling you out
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