Make sure to get the camera on my good side,
I gotta look real pretty when I sell these lies.
They're an easy customer, I barely have to try,
This is how free press dies.
Now that you've grown accustomed to being deceived
By the black and white that once you believed.
Your television has turned into a telemercinary.
If that's what they call spitting the truth, I'm spitting blood in their face
The future of news, it's not hard to see.
It's all gone to hell, wicked ways did they bring.
Your news anchor whores, run by corporations,
Selling you headlines, while buying the nation.
You're the bottom feeder in this system of greed
How do you hunt for truth? Shit's no fun to sift through.
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