We've got problem leaking pores,
Poorly written points
With borrowed beliefs
Adding impact to our voice

I am disheartened at the thought
Of your disinformation
You know less than i've forgotten
About mind manipulation
Yeah this town was born with lies
So was i
So were my brothers
And we pace the finest lines
While you spout doubt
Damning all others

So tell us something we don't know
Not just something you believe
And we can read all about it
While you bleed all about it
Giving life to dead words
And we'll be salivating
You'll be celebrating