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