We're the ghosts In the headlines Faint the whispers Loud the screams Point their fingers As they fabricate Their sinister dreams In the shadow of the spotlight We shoulder all the blame We're the pawns in their wicked Sinister high-stakes game They use our lives, distraction Keep the masses in a daze While they're shuffling The pieces in their cruelest charade They're twisting truths Directing fear To claim they fight for good But in their eyes our real lives Are just misunderstood We are more than their scapegoat More than just a name Can't be erased In their dirty power game We stand defiant As the storms rage, wicked cold United in our truth Our stories bold, untold