Текст песни Heavy News - Bear Ghost

Heavy News

A passing asteroid’s been glancing at our atmosphere\nThe experts estimate collision any day\nThis beckons questions, tune in at eleven, keep it here\nWhat’s our disaster correspondent have to say?\nThere’s wildfires walkin' tirelessly this way\nBut lucky us, there’s flooding coming from a hurricane\nWell, thank you. Next there’s a systemic epidemic too\nThat’s not to mention growing tension and dissent\nI see you people out there clapping your hands\nThe streets are paved with your atrocious behavior\nA silent violence made its way through the stands\nA riot quietly amassed in the graveyard\nHey Mr. Radio, you got it twisted\nLet me whisper shady o’l truths\nI know\nBetter than the vile\nDemons and their lies\nSpittin' la da da da die\nOh no\nI won’t\nBe a player in your puppet show\nShove your conformation bias\nLa da da da die\nJust in, there’s massive massacres occurring here and there\nAnd krakens attacking capitals\nShit’s gone wacky everywhere\nI can’t believe you people clapping your hands\nA bunch of brazen bastards bumpin' your politics\nNo longer silent and the violence expands\nParade your petty pride above the apocalypse\nHey Mr. Radio, you got it twisted\nLet me whisper shady o’l truths\nI know\nBetter than the vile\nDemons and their lies\nSpittin' la da da da die\nOh no\nI won’t\nBe a player in your puppet show\nShove your conformation bias\nLa da da da die\nGod damn\nYou can’t win my silence\nSovereign defiance\nSwelling up to suffocate the truth\nChoking down your blue pill\nCrawl back in your molehill\nGallows are beckoning you\nHey Mr. Radio, you might have missed it\nBut your dirty tricks are there for all to see\nA bloody torrent in the forecast for the rest of time\nAn arthropod eclipse, a colossal frog and it’s hopping mad\nMaintaining this is fictitious political hogphooey\nEven as you wallow in sorrow 'cause that frog swallowed up your fam\nEgregious lies, you say? It’s right in your face\nA mass extinction affair that’s passed the brink of repair\nAnd now there’s polliwogs the size of ships and covered in spikes\nSwimming in crimson rivers flowing through cities, even still you deny\n(The good news is we’re the coolest people in the world\nThe bad news is the world is over)\nHey Mr. Radio, we’ll never listen\nWe got intuition and that’s all we need\nNow all that’s left is just a hellish scene of endless bones\nScowling survivors shriek with glee as we eviscerate our own\nThen parts the sky as the messiah rises through the crowd\nHe pleads for peace and lo we weep as freedom guns him down\nHey Mr. Radio, you’ve decommissioned\nOur humble perdition upon your grave