Speak, from your answers come forth a mode of sight- it's your id
Red lips are waiting and foaming with
Rage- from the mouth of the babes came wisdom, now hold on to it
The graves hold none of it; they're crumbling down
Media, for all your social inventions
Your better intentions have perished in the marriage of political and capital
Media, what a cadre of fake smiley glad-hands and hidden agendas
Yeah, now we know the corruption of the 4th estate
Yeah, and it's such a pity you are a corporate megalomania
Ah, and it's such a pity you are a corporate megalomania
Speak, hear your voices in unison, through to them, cutting through all of their shit
Scared, they're scrambling, fumbling to maintain their grip
No holding, no holding on with calcified limbs
Media, for all your social inventions
Your better intentions have perished in the marriage of political and capital
Media, what a cadre of fake smiley glad-hands and decadent personnel
Now we know the corruption of the 4th estate
Fall down, fall down, fall down, let it fall
Fall down, fall down, holes
Fall down, fall down, fall down, no remorse
Fall down, fall down, ha, ha, ha
So low, so low
Media, political capital
Coroner, call it, call it now
I think it's dead, I think it's dead, the cancer 4th estate