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Brian Nicholson
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I shouldn't know what you'll say before I turn the channel on I don't know what you get paid, do sellouts ever make enough?
God forbid we ever reach our own conclusions, competing narratives, a sea of confusion
It's so easy for me to go run and hide, my echo chamber is locked from the inside
They won't stop being a mouthpiece, they won't stop till we all say something
How could we ever hope to pull ourselves out of this mess?
I hate the role I played in it
I know it's difficult, nuance is hard, feels like us versus them, look at where we are
Lies, convenient omissions, why did I ever choose to keep on listening?
It's so easy for me to go run and hide, my echo chamber is locked from the inside
They won't stop being a mouthpiece, they won't stop till we all say something
How could we ever hope to pull ourselves out of this mess?
I hate the role I played in it
Far too long I've just sat idly by
Believin' every word, cause they can't lie
They won't stop being a mouthpiece, they won't stop till we all say something
How could we ever hope to pull ourselves out of this mess?
I hate the role I played in it
Written by: Brian Nicholson