Crosstalk - Assemblage 23

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