We learn truth from glossy pages
and history from yellowed ones
The mouth of man can never be trusted
and the eyes of the mass will never be true
How do we look beyond
our scrying crystal screen
Suffering from long distance sympathy
and rose-tinted apathy
The sun sets on every horizon
and the media men pack their scripts
It has happened before, it will happen again
and I don’t know where on the line I’m standing in