Propaganda! - Crusher-P

Early in the morning, before the sun could rise

Keeping to myself almost felt like a disguise

I couldn’t be the one to tell you what was off that day

Opening my mouth is the most dangerous game

Once upon a time, I never knew fear like this

I can’t remember how it happened, or why it did

Developing an obsession to open closed doors

Gave me a compulsive need to find out even more

And off we go to play telephone

Sharing what we know

But how long can we keep playing until the game

Undermines the status quo?

It’s all propaganda, prop-propaganda

I have a feeling I’m not alone (Not alone)

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Don’t believe anything you see or hear

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

I can’t be the only one who knows (The only)

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

If we could go back, back then

When it was easier, they say ignorance is bliss

Why did I pick up the phone?

When it was easier, I should’ve stayed oblivious

Falling down the rabbit hole and running out of time

Hoping no one notices my thoughts are out of line

I know they know we know that something isn’t right

After this, my life eclipsed into fear day and night

A call to action, call for passion

Call for something more, for war

«If you’re not with us, you’re against us»

But I don’t like the odds, the score

Call me complicit, give me a minute

Let me decide, it’s my own life

I’m not about to pretend

These people are close to being my friends

Can I do it?

(I can run)

I could do it (I could run)

Should I do it?

(I should run)

I should do it (I should run)

And so I ran as fast as I could

Through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze

And so I ran, I ran for my life

And I ran for a dream, for whatever that means

And so I ran as fast as I could

Through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze

And so I ran, I ran for my life

And I ran for a dream, for whatever that means

And so I ran as fast as I could

Through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze

And so I ran, I ran for my life

And I ran for a dream, for whatever that means

I ran for my life, I ran for my life

Every thought is sabotage

What a fool I am

But how long can we keep playing and playing?

Game after game

No-!

Losing game after losing game

It’s all

Propaganda!

Prop-propaganda!

Propaganda!

Prop-propaganda!

Propaganda!

Prop-propaganda!

Propaganda!

Prop-propaganda!

It’s all propaganda, prop-propaganda

I have a feeling I’m not alone (Not alone)

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Don’t believe anything you see or hear, it’s

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

I can’t be the only one who knows

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Propaganda, prop-propaganda

Propaganda, prop-propaganda