I've got a question no one's gunna ask,
Regarding lessons learnt in the past,
Give me a second gotta make this last,
Before we run our little minds back
To the warning signs so fast,
Oh, you've gotta be fast.
Paper magazines are over now,
What other ways can we fool the crowd?
Show them what they're not,
Hit them in the spot,
That hurts most 'cause god why the hell
Not?
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
I've got a question no one wants to hear,
Do we like and follow just to hide fear?
Oh, summer sun is the worst time of the year,
Don't wanna post 'cause I don't look like her.
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
If they lie
Who's gunna try
To decipher
The mess they made?
What's behind
The filtered life,
Unreal time?
Oh, what a shame.
I've got an answer no one's gunna like,
We're not up to changing archetypes,
Don't wanna step just a little outta line,
'Cause we're just too busy tryna seem right.
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda
It's probably propaganda