Conflict Lyrics
Bullshit Broadcast

You don't care about people's thoughts. You probe
into the mind, then you haunt What you print,
people believe, complicating lives, what the fuck
does that achieve?

Now you're looking for some news, changing around
facts and views Receiving money for empty lies.
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Sly reporters I despise you

Will there be that extra in this week? Now you're
climbing to the journalist peak Sitting at the
typewriter making more lies up. Rearranged to suit
you, then fuck me up

Now I'm getting sick of you. Coming around here,
making news Whatever you print, you can't lose.
But can't you see the damage that you do?