(Intro) [Verse 1] The television started talking, The headlines learned to shout, They told us what to fear that week And what to leave without. One war became another, One truth became a lie, And every time the story changed They swore we'd never ask them why. [Verse 2] They gave us Reds and terrorists, Then viruses and spies, They drew their little enemies In ever-changing lines. They sold us fear in stereo, They served it night and day, And buried inconvenient things Beneath the things they'd say. [Chorus] Oh, get outta here, Get outta here, Before they tell us what to see And call the darkness clear. Get outta here, While we still can, Before the story writes itself And closes round the man. [Verse 3] There were dossiers and dirty tricks, Black budgets, hidden hands, Experiments in influence That nobody had planned. There were scandals left to gather dust, And secrets dressed as news, While every side was shouting loud And telling us to choose. [Verse 4] From propaganda on the radio To algorithms in the phone, The machinery grew cleverer At making doubt its home. A thousand voices argued, A million screens went red, And somewhere underneath it all We wondered what we'd read. [Chorus] Oh, get outta here, Get outta here, Before they sell another fear And manufacture tears. Get outta here, While we still know That what we're being told to think Is not necessarily so. [Bridge] Operation this, operation that, Files locked up and rumours flat, Cold War ghosts and modern games, Different decades, different names. Some were proven, some were claims, Some were scandals, some were flames— But after all the smoke had cleared, We found the same old thing was feared: [Verse 5] Not simply armies crossing borders, Not simply bombs above, But somebody deciding What the people ought to love. Somebody deciding What the people ought to hate, Somebody moving pieces While we argued at the gate. [Final Chorus] So get outta here, Get outta here, Leave the manufactured nightmare And the machinery of fear. Get outta here, Turn off the show, Open up the window And decide which way to go. [Outro] We don't know who began it, We don't know where it ends, We only know we've had enough Of enemies and friends. If truth is worth defending, Then let the truth appear— No more masters of the narrative... Get outta here, Get outta here, Get outta here, (Outro)
