[Verse 1] Talk heads on the screen with the soundbites loaded Names in the crawl Every take feel coated Point at the map Draw lines with a finger Play it like a game but the ghosts still linger Clipped clips Out of context Rage on tap Every segment sharpened like a little steel trap Say it’s all simple “pick a side Plant a flag” But the hired words hide bodies in a bag [Chorus] They talk like fire We live in the smoke Every new headline just tightens the choke Big mouths argue while the sky turns red They cash those checks We count our dead They talk like fire We live in the smoke Spin that story till the signal broke Crowd gets louder Truth gets small They raise their voice We take the fall (yeah) [Verse 2] Another flash frame Desert night Bright flare Someone’s home turned dust in the hot dry air Maps on the wall in a clean safe room While a mother tries to dig through stone and gloom Chant those names Make a team Pick a side But no one on the panel hears the kids who cried Every bold take just feeds that feed While the sand drinks more than the ratings need [Bridge] Who owns the angle Who owns the pain Who signs the order Who counts the slain Turn it to a segment Call it debate But the ground remembers every weight [Chorus] They talk like fire We live in the smoke Every new headline just tightens the choke Big mouths argue while the sky turns red They cash those checks We count our dead They talk like fire We live in the smoke Spin that story till the signal broke Crowd gets louder Truth gets small They raise their voice We take the fall
