Lyrics Power Schism - Ghost Iris

Power Schism

What ever could it be?
The world is drenched
In hyperbole
Headlines heard through grapevines
Headlines, a sign of the times
Sensationalism is the new power (Power)
Schism
Sensationalism is the new power (Power)
Schism
Create, post and become the ghost
And reap what you have sown (And reap what you have sown)
Create, post and become the ghost
Chaos rule supreme, in your wildest dream
The seeds of confusion makes the masses run amok
(Amok)
Gatherings in the streets in the thousands, gatherings in the streets
(In the streets)
In the thousands
But it’s all just your imagination
Now your punishment is nigh, the battle of a thousand is a tie
Create, post and become the ghost
And reap what you have sown (And reap what you have sown)
Create, post and become the ghost
Chaos rule supreme, in your wildest dream
Reap what you have sown
Chaos rule supreme
In your wildest dream
You reap what you have sown
And reap what you have sown