I am so tired of news being weaponized to shape public opinion.

You can be a news venda' A custom views agenda, You can be a reporter, A misinformation sorter. You can harvest news hits, Every gross and ugly bit. You can spread the manure, With its toxic alure, Ever wider, ever deeper, You can be a nightmare keeper, Of Grime Reaper! Best guess, this mess, Isn't how we want it to be. When the news is for sale, Then the press is never truly free: from agenda. So, we better take warning, And consider who's informing. Who is shaping, who is sculpting? See the world that is resulting! Full of hatred, they don't care! All these engines of despair. There's suspicion everywhere. So that love and trust are rare. It's a cruel world, mon frere! Better listen and beware. Of Grime Reaper! Best guess, this mess, Isn't how we want it to be. When the news is for sale, Then the press is never truly free: from agenda. I'm thinking of the world right now, And I'm tired of hearing you! I'm thinking of the world right now, And I'm tired of hearing you! I'm thinking of the world right now, And I'm tired of hearing you! Grime Reaper!