In a nation divided by notion of class
As the division grows, stranger gambits can pass
To accumulate wealth giant hands elect men
Who can push their agenda - for food in their pen
It's a delicate game when you give 'em the means
To instill propaganda meant to run your machine
Yeah, power corrupts, you're no strangers to that
But without interruption long cadence makes mad

Propaganda to scare with a bordering region
Instigate into hate, elevate to a legion
Propaganda's a bleach with a reach that is striking
Making brains nice and plain to rewrite to your liking
Heh, so if you got a problem
With a thing that you made, you can always blame on them
Redirect all the rage that you're silently causing
Aim at the scapegoat to fuel the cogs of

Propaganda! Can't you see? It's
Propaganda! In 3D, huh!
Propaganda! Shake the tree, yeah
God damn, can't you hear?

When you rise to the top there are steps to be made
On the heads of the people who just want a pay
And the shorter their sight, the longer your rule
If they think they control you, they surely are fools
Propaganda is born from the cult of the one
When you grow so damn big you can blot out the sun
When their eyes cannot see beyond your screen of lies
Your plot becomes theirs, they forget you're designed

Propaganda's a pill that is easy to swallow
But it's filled with a poison, crash you down like Apollo
Propaganda, an opiate, a feed for your sty
Propaganda, consume, still you're hollow inside
Yeah, it's easier to believe there is a Boogeyman
Than accept that you've been blind, got an inside man
And you knew, you saw that he hatched a plan
A design for propaganda from a deep-fry pan
But you thought that you're above it looking through the glass
While he sneaked up from behind, caught you by the ass

Propaganda! Can't you see? It's
Propaganda! In 3D, huh!
Propaganda! Shake the tree, yeah
God damn, can't you hear?

Sure could use a new Wilhelm Tell
To pierce the eye of the beast and send the body to hell
Selling his shit like it don't smell
You've gotten over that old odor, now you can't tell
Who's the killer - just to hit me
Like I'm the killer - fit to hit
Propaganda - just to hit me
God damn, leave me be