Lyrics
PANIC ANGLES
I think that it’s a safe bet.
We cannot salvage this wreck.
Say what you will this is such a mess.
Say farewell, goodbye, so long… pay your respects.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You’re not alone; the man is a liar.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You speak in panic angles to elude the third degree.
So what if the truth gets tangled…
that’s American democracy.
Propaganda and lies are sent direct to your home.
You sit inside and open wide; now they’re in control.
You may find it hard to breathe as they force fake down your throat.
I won’t believe in panic angles and I know I’m not alone.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You’re not alone; the man is a liar.
When in Rome… start a fire.
You’re not alone; the man is a liar.
