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
  truth is, 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