I question if the revolution won’t be televised. Prime time riots with an invitation to join the party. It doesn’t matter which way you turn the Tv Dial. The channels turn to the left - Brain-washing with style.
Relentless propoganda- of prejudice and slander. Promoters of confusion. Unity in Dissolution.
Sucker the masses into voting out their liberty. Tell them they’re victims owed fairness and security. Push the signal ’til they snap on their community. Then blame the gun when they’re the ones who lacked civility.
Prince and the power of the air. Broadcasting signals everywhere. The industry meant to entertain- are the priests in the service of the one who blames. Selah. Yeah.
It’s so sensational. The reactional spectacle. Addicted to the fiction that causes the friction. We have ignition. Now watch it burn.
The Tv anchor’s hardly anchored in reality. They’re not reporters. They’re a ministry of incendiaries. Make the people burn with anger and hate. Manipulate, instigate. Low attempts to make your ratings great.
REPEAT VERSE REFRAIN, PRE-CHORUS, CHORUS BRIDGE
They preach reality like they’ve got a stronger claim on it. Those drugged out celebrities spend their money to escape from it. Damaged idols are the darlings of the public that are looked up to. Blind leading the blind away from truth. Truth resisted. Cast your spell like witches. Brew the caustic propaganda. Chaos fueled by slander.
REPEAT CHORUSPRIESTS OF CHAOTICA Music and Lyrics by AlfonZo Rachel