The blue light spills like oceans
We smile and let it in
It cures us of our questions
Like hoods on peregrine

Knowledge locked in a tower
Barons will hold the key
But if knowledge is power,
Know this is tyranny
All we´re asking for is what´s ours

You think they´re selling you truth,
Truth is, they´re selling you out
The truth, they´re selling you out

The black ink fuels our notions
That all the facts are in
It cures us of our questions
Like hoods on peregrine

Knowledge locked in a tower
Barons will hold the key
But if knowledge is power,
Know this is tyranny

All we´re asking for is what´s ours

You think they´re selling you truth
But they´re just selling you
And if we keep buying in
The line between lies and truth
Will wear paper thin,
Paper thin

You think they´re selling you truth,
The truth is, they´re selling you out