Judge the masses with common fact When has journalism ever overlapped The purest intentions are rarely true Blinding the world with their own view The twisted perception of common ground Shading the notion of something profound When did conversation becomes unfit Limiting knowledge for the spite of it Force the hand and break the line Glossed eyes, faulted fears Suspend the score that was assigned Masked tone, ruptured rights Affix the guilt to crumble down Blank stare, murder cites Apprehend the trivial sound Cracked touch, faded years Criticize Their voice