M.I.A.

Propaganda's the wolf In shepherd's clothing, lies imposing Fold your hand for their bluff Conceal the motive, self-devoted Overwhelmed by the noise Of people yelling, falsely telling The confusions destroys Voices of fact, suicide pact What do you want from me? Time to stand and voice our rage Why do you make this decree? In this misinformation age Playing on your emotions Doctrines standard, leave us scarred Gospel to the flock No contradiction, adoring fiction What do you want from me? Time to stand and voice our rage Why do you make this decree? In this misinformation age Deceit of a fact comes from anywhere Preying on the want to accept is the snare Search of principal is not always kind A loss of its presence and all are in the blind We fight in a sea of treachery Our thoughts are poisoned in bias The plight, seeking truth among perjury Is cursed by deceit believed Draw the line in the sand Accepting nothing, never trusting Origin of wisdom Dissecting sources, one endorses What do you want from me? Time to stand and voice our rage Why do you make this decree? In this misinformation age What do you want from me? Time to stand and voice our rage Why do you make this decree? In this misinformation age

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 09, 2026