Testo Armchair Journalism

You collected photos of pretty girls
You told a story, but forgot to include the truth
It whipped the peasants into a frenzy
You slanted it to fit your needs.

The Shadows control what we see and hear
All we get is propaganda under the disguise of news
The truth is redacted to remove the points
Integrity's only a catchphrase, but we buy it
Taking sides and we don't even know what for
Maybe someday we'll learn to think for ourselves
And that's the moment the empire crumbles.