Hoods On Peregerine

The blue light spills like oceans

We smile and let it in

It cures us of our questions

Like hoods on peregrine

Knowledge locked in a tower

Barons will hold the key

But if knowledge is power

Know this is tyranny

All we're asking for is what's ours

You. Think. They're. Selling. You. Truth.

Truth. Is. They're. Selling. You. Out.

The truth, they're selling you out

The black ink fuels our notions

That all the facts are in

It cures us of our questions

Like hoods on peregrine

Knowledge locked in a tower

Barons will hold the key

But if knowledge is power

Know this is tyranny

All we're asking for is what's ours

You. Think. They're. Selling. You. Truth.

But. They're. Just selling you

And if we keep buying in

The line between lies and truth

Will wear paper thin, paper thin

You. Think. They're. Selling. You. Truth.

The. Truth. Is. They're. Selling. You. OUT!