Hate Pedlars

Early morning Ellington What's the first thing that we do To feed the addiction for a tainted world view No care for detailed background checks Let's leave it to the youth To fight the way the news is told the battle for truth The tabloids are garbage, clickbait is the same Spreading their hatred each day after day Fake news, filter bubbles, a bullshit parade Know who to trust or pull the plug See through the charade Lies, yeah they're the new truth Trust, oh better off confused What am I supposed to do Fuck The Evening Standard And Fuck The Daily Mail Fuck The Sun, The Mirror Their words are just, apocryphal Areopagitica, the freedom of speech To call out their bullshit to have them impeached Divided and conquered, fear rising the game Playing on fear for political gain Ageing ideals, to bring this bigot to power Morally bereft like words from zero hour Lies, yeah they're the new truth Trust, oh better off confused Lies, have got me thinking twice This typeface, deceiving our minds The Eye, It rises And so do, the fists The fists of the people, Who chose to resist Their lies bring to power whoever they chose A sick minded bigot with outstanding dues The Eye, It rises And so do, the fists The fists of the people, Who chose to resist Their lies bring to power whoever they chose A sick minded bigot with outstanding dues