f*ck the Factoid lyrics

Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event
Spray that gibberish all around, it is slick
Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event
Graft on that phantom limb, it twists

Get
Get
Get a loosened grip
Get a loosened grip
Loosened grip

Temperature is scalding, needing scapegoats to diffuse
And we all know a non-event's every kind of news
But tell the baying throng the strays have rifled through

You can't lose
You can't lose
You can't lose

Ire
Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars
Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars
Ire

Filthy f*cking factoid epidemic sprouting norms
And in the process, hobbling outcasts who already fell short
But tell the baying throng the strays have run amok
Filthy f*cking factoid epidemic
Filthy f*cking factoid epidemic
Filthy f*cking factoid epidemic
Filthy f*cking factoid epidemic

Filthy f*cking factoid epidemic