Stories
Witnessed, crafted, told, produced, marketed, debuted, consumed, and believed
They fit so well, the messages streaming straight to our screens
They transfer subtle meaning
Revealing truth, though always through deception
In a system designed to control a population through propaganda
But if you wanna mislead masses, you're gonna have to hire
Free thinkers, critical minds, passionate souls, discerning eyes
Rise up, take back the airwaves
Recount the tales of our lives
Ditch the audience, there's no substitute for experience Roll back the film and demand the whole story
Look at this snapshot
It only shows one angle but it frames a scene so beautiful that I forget how to look away
The lights go out, just press record, the shutters go, the sides will show
The film will roll, just lay it down, it's not the gold that brings it out
Take back the airwaves
Recount the tales of our lives
Have you ever spread yourself so thin your vision shows right through the skin?
Truth you can live keeps coming back
And fallacy will always fade to black