Propaganda, propaganda, war of words.
Mine, ours, yours, theirs, his, and hers.
Alleged, because of, doubtful indeed.
Information misleading everything perceived.
Trust is antiquated.
Snake tongues on the rise.
They will even lie to you,
while looking in your eyes.
Propaganda propositions serving hubristic masters,
Citizens traveling toward life-looping disasters.
Never, never, never, never, show your hand.
With highly polished words,
you can rule over the land.
Living within the mystery of administering misinformation,
Controlling tethered lemmings without their slightest protestation.
If you sell the dopes a half-baked truth,
One they’ll surely belief.
The path to exploiting their will,
Will fall before your feet.