Yellow Red Sparks - The Great Media Hoax (A Song For The Times) (2018)

Music video by Yellow Red Sparks for The Great Media Hoax (A Song For The Times) (2018)
LYRICS:
Look at the hell that’s been brewing
As they cry you cheat and you steal
Preaching from one of your limos
While they struggle just paying their bills
I know you’re high and you’re mighty
Is it best if we're all whittled down?
For fortune and power and devious deeds
Winners are chosen you still won’t concede
A final fight for what you believe… If it’s anything

Well there’s proof on the battlefield
You suck profits from all that are killed
But we’ve got our faith back…
And we’re tired of messing around
We’re tired of losing our feed (feet) on the ground
So tired we’re taking you down
And strip you away from that media crown
I know you’ll keep selling us fear
But don’t you forget that your ending is near

And you know, no matter what you say
Your hoax is on display
We’re light in your darkest cave
And our fire won’t go away
If what’s right was on your mind
Why is the truth so hard to find?
Might be poor but we’re not blind
What you’ve given is second sight

Look at your tiny retraction
You’ve already gotten the views
Those methods to keep us divided
How else would you spread your fake news?
Shilling your way through a story
While calling them scoops on the air
We pray for our youth but why would you care?
You’re searching for the honor in all our despair
Rather be famous pretend like you’re there!
And it’s never fair

So we’ve leveled the playing fields
You’ll keep pushing ‘til someone gets killed
But we’ve got our strength back

And we’re tired of messing around
We’re tired of losing our men to the ground
We’re tired of screaming out loud
We’re tired of living our lives in the cloud
And go on and sell us your fear
But look how we’ve basked in our enemies’ tears

As we’re told
To shut up and let you play
With our hearts in a twisted game
While your lies all stay the same
And we call you by your name

As your hoax is on the run
And you’re like a sinking sun
Don’t be sore, just take the plunge
And let thy will be done

Sing, let thy will be done
Before the war is won
And when the war is won