[Lyric] Fake News (Bottom Bracket)

Shit, sure, you’re dying to go out
A table by the window at the local draft house
We’ve all got some cabin fever and we can’t sweat it out
So tell me how oppressed you’ve really become
When you still spend your time drooling over clickbait and no one
Will listen while you spout off your crazy theories
What can I say to get your eyeballs pried away from your iPhone screen?

Can you even think for yourself
When you grind your teeth to Hannity
Blame your issues on this week’s enemy

You’ve got it all wrong
And I’m not afraid to call you out
I love you but I’m not afraid to speak my goddamn mind

You can’t think for yourself
Grind your teeth, you can’t unsee

You can’t think for yourself
Grind your teeth, you can’t unsee
Fake News