As I turn on my TV
I hear a cacophony
Of biased opinion
Here to sell me their "something"
It seems so common
No matter what side we will choose
This haze that exists on both sides of the aisle
Reflecting more disposition than fact
Every four years a new glad-handed savior
Making a monetary mockery of our trust
So they tell me freedom's not free
But is it worth the price of itself
So they fight for me and democracy
So they can take just what we're fighting for
f** this emaciated state
Of this Ku Klux democracy
They didn't take it, they gave it away
Because it's one for all, if it's all for...
For me
Every four years a new glad-handed savior
Make a monetary mockery of our trust
So the channels I will change
Until I find a truth that's right for me
Because we just f**ing love
The romance of their lies
So they tell me freedom's not free
But is it worth the price of itself?