Hoods On Peregrine - Thrice

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 is they’re selling you out

The black ink fuels our notions

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…

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