Hoods On Peregrine

The blue light spills like oceans
We smile and let it in It cures us of our questions
Like hoods on peregrine
Knowledge locked in a tower
Barons will hold the key
But if knowledge is power
Know this is tyranny
All we’re asking for is what’s ours
You think they’re selling you truth
Truth is, they’re selling you out
The truth is they’re selling you out
The black ink fuels our notions
It cures us of our questions
Like hoods on peregrine
Knowledge locked in a tower
Barons will hold the key
But if knowledge is power
Know this is tyranny
All we’re asking for…
All we’re asking for is what’s ours
You think they’re selling you truth
But they’re just selling you
And if we keep buying in The line between lies and truth
Will wear paper thin
Paper thin
You think they’re selling you truth
The truth is they’re selling you out