Those can't be the Northern Lights Mendax my friend This is Guantanamo But don't throw your visions away so easily On account of me I've already heard My funeral song Found a kind of truth inside a child-proof container You lose the urge to fight When nothing comes as a surprise The reptilian part of the brain Can't take all of the blame This waterboarding Is torture As far as I can tell The plebeians are In mourning There's something wrong Someone released the hounds On the hallowed ground Of the fourth estate But nobody seemed to notice While they chewed right down to the bone Then they went and smeared your name all over Found some peace of mind inside an integrated circuit They knew what you might find But still, it took them by surprise But their pituitary gland Still has the upper hand These drone attacks are Still murder As far as I can tell The pundits all talk In circles This is not what we're about