[Verse 1] Ash in the tray Glass on the table Channel stuck on Same old fable Mask on the dash Billboard saints in gold They sell our fears Like they’re getting sold out shows [Pre-Chorus] Who’s that blinking in the sky Slow? Who’s that hiding in the white coats? Every headline feels like hype But my gut says [Chorus] Something’s wrong with the broadcast Static in the night Yeah I feel it Weed Bongs Satellites Tuned in I can’t unsee it Government ghosts in the bright glow Hollywood dreams on the payroll Desire in the veins of the whole world (They don’t want us to know) [Verse 2] Six feet apart Still shoulder to shoulder Scrolling through storms Waiting for closure Green in my lungs City on the screen Little grey faces Walk through my dreams [Pre-Chorus] Is that panic or a payoff? Is that science or a write-off? Every story tastes like spin But my heart says [Chorus] Something’s wrong with the broadcast Static in the night Yeah I feel it Weed Bongs Satellites Tuned in I can’t unsee it Government ghosts in the bright glow Hollywood dreams on the payroll Desire in the veins of the whole world (They don’t want us to know) [Bridge] If the truth came down in a bright green beam Would we look up or go back to sleep? If the mask dropped off every screen Would we laugh Would we scream Would we believe? [Chorus] Something’s wrong with the broadcast Static in the night Yeah I feel it Weed Bongs Satellites Tuned in I can’t unsee it Government ghosts in the bright glow Hollywood dreams on the payroll Desire in the veins of the whole world (They don’t want us to know)
