Preach, but not report   Another token tale to watch unfold   Breathe, rest assured   That it’s a golden age full of reward   Another way to suppress what’s coming      Teachings of the fallen empire lay in ruin   We deny our past then pass it to our children   As the seasons change the stories mark the stone   And all we’ve ever known      Turning away from the blood on the page   Is a world disguised in cover-up   Living afraid of social change   In a world where the truth dies young      The paper politely portrays a poignant parable   Pertaining predominantly to pointless positives   While powerful polarity primarily passes unpenned   Partially plotted to peripherally permeate a prominent peaceful perspective   So profitable productive pursuits proceed as planned      Another token tale to watch unfold   Coz it’s a golden age full of reward      Turning away from the blood on the page   Is a world disguised in cover-up   Living afraid of social change   In a world where the truth dies young      Teachings of the fallen empire lay in ruin   We deny our past then pass it to our children   As the seasons change the stories mark the stone   And all we’ve ever known      Turning away from the blood on the page   Is a world disguised in cover-up   Living afraid of social change   In a world that’s confused because power is abused   And we all know the truth dies young      The worst is yet to come   When headlines bring history undone   And all that remains is a price to be paid   We can’t change what we’ve done   When passed down from father to son   And all that remains is a price to be paid   The truth dies young