Lights cut, screens awake Every truth they twist and fake They color lies in silver tones Feed the crowd with borrowed thrones Every phrase a hidden snare Every glance says: Don't you dare Signal burns through my veins They call it order, I see chains Shut it down, let the silence roar Cut the feed, we don't want more No false light from a dying stream Tear the mask from their broadcast dream They track the step, they watch the breath Promise gold, but deal in theft Every smile's a coded frame Every path ends just the same Signal burns through my veins They call it order, I see chains Shut it down, let the silence roar Cut the feed, we don't want more No false light from a dying stream Tear the mask from their broadcast dream Shut it down, let the silence roar Cut the feed, we don't want more No false light from a dying stream Tear the mask from their broadcast dream Through the haze, the truth still stands Out of reach, but in my hands Through the static, past the glare We'll break it all and breathe the air Shut it down, cut the feed, not gone Cut the feed, we don't want more No false light from a dying stream Tear the mask from their broadcast dream Shut it down, let the silence roar Cut the feed, we don't want more No false light from a dying stream Tear the mask from their broadcast dream