Lyrics Crosstalk - Assemblage 23

Crosstalk

Open up
Transmit to all receivers
Woe to the disbelievers
We create the truth
Alchemy
Spinning lies to fool’s gold
Believe what you’ve been told
With or without proof
Words like orphans lost among the crosstalk
Meaning torn from truth’s decrepit hands
Propaganda packaged for the masses
Pure disinformation on demand
Be afraid
Just like some panicked insect
Only we can protect
You from certain doom
Live in fear
With no real understanding
Of what you’re demanding
You are not immune
Words like orphans lost among the crosstalk
Meaning torn from truth’s decrepit hands
Propaganda packaged for the masses
Pure disinformation on demand
Tell a lie
Enough and it becomes fact
If only in the abstract
Still, the job is done
Full control
No need to fire a weapon
Just make them feel threatened
And you’ve already won
Words like orphans lost among the crosstalk
Meaning torn from truth’s decrepit hands
Propaganda packaged for the masses
Pure disinformation on demand