The Misinformation Age - Darkest Hour

So serene is the bleached white scene

Of a thousand crimes you’ll never see on TV

Swept away only to pave the new way

This misinformation age is upon us all

Waking up to the sound

Another muffled cry for peace

Waking up to the sound

Another muffled cry for truth

Cut out the eyes

Of anyone and everyone

Who might see through the lie

Ignore the cries

Before it all

Becomes all to clear

Comes crashing down

Fill their heads with a false sense of security

Fill their heads with fear

Embracing ignorance is the new way

Of keeping the huddled masses in line

Silent servants rise up

And make yourselves be heard