Hurting the Truth Testo

more cameras than eyes, they're on to us, the clouds, the rain
can't protect us. homage to our beauty, builders of concrete who
wounded the earth. I'm mining out the truth and every strike tires
me more, hard to breath one hundred feet underground. lungs full of
their wasted breath. every word i hear is hurting the truth and
their lies sedate the airwaves. it's time to change the fucking
frequency.