Lyrics The Truth Is Dead - Mark Morton, D. Randall Blythe, Alissa White-Gluz

The Truth Is Dead

Long gone are the days of right and wrong
Complacent overcast
Pried eyes
A fodder feast to glut the minds
Shots fired
Watch the soapbox rise
A forked tongue, a french kiss
Ill winds blowing blacklists
Left is right
And black is white
Buying face
Selling, resourcing coins and cashing checks
Deep states (Deep states)
And surface illusions (And surface illusions)
Blank space (Blank space)
And buried collusions (Collusions)
Hold my hand
And fill my head
Ring in nose, still unopposed
The truth is dead
Blessed bliss, binary codes
Ignorance in lethal loads
Shield the rich and kill the sick
Snake oil rigs annointed, trust fund pigs duly appointed
Deep states (Deep states)
And surface illusions (And surface illusions)
Blank space (Blank space)
And buried collusions (Collusions)
Hold my hand
And fill my head
Ring in nose, still unopposed
The truth is dead
The truth is dead
The truth is dead
The truth is dead
Every wall a window, every door a lock
Heads in the sand, we feign oblivion
Welcoming landscapes of shadows and fallacies
Total eclipse more appealing than reality
Hold my hand
And fill my head
Ring in nose, still unopposed
The truth is dead
Hold my hand
And fill my head
Ring in nose, still unopposed
The truth is dead