If it wasn't for this crippling mixture of fear and delusion, greed and control Then maybe we'd have a realistic picture Of what we have bought and what has been sold (chorus) It's the oldest way to take control Aim their discontent at those below Make the problem and sell the solution Watch them line up for their executions (chorus) There's reason to fear catastrophe... but it's not from overseas... It's in DC, and on Wall Street. It's hiding behind your TV screen It's a testament to the power of fiction... The giant can fear what it's swallowing whole And never suspect the ones who Make billions from d**h and destruction while we pay the toll So what will it take to look past distractions And open your eyes to what's ahead on the road? Dissident camps? Constant surveillance? Just stare down the barrel and smile while this explodes There's reason to fear catastrophe... but it's not from overseas... It's in DC, and on Wall Street. It's hiding behind your TV screen What will you do? Wish this away? I'd like to say fight, but it might be too late There's reason to fear catastrophe... but it's not from overseas... It's in DC, and on Wall Street. It's hiding behind your TV screen