Crosstalk lyrics
by Assemblage 23
Open up
Transmit to all receivers
Woe to the disbelievers
We create the truth
Alchemy
Spinning lies to fool's gold
Believe what you've been told
With or without proof
Words like orphans lost among the crosstalk
Meaning torn from truth's decrepit hands
Propaganda packaged for the masses
Pure disinformation on demand
Be afraid
Just like some panicked insect
Only we can protect
You from certain doom
Live in fear
With no real understanding
Of what you're demanding
You are not immune
Words like orphans lost among the crosstalk
Meaning torn from truth's decrepit hands
Propaganda packaged for the masses
Pure disinformation on demand