Lyrics Heavy News - Bear Ghost

(We interrupt your death metal to bring you some heavy news)

(We're live in three, two, one)
A passing asteroid's been glancing at our atmosphere
The experts estimate collision any day
This beckons questions, tune it at eleven, keep it clear
What's our disaster correspondent have to say?

There's wildfires walkin' tirelessly this way
But lucky us, there's flooding coming from a hurricane
(Well, thank you)
Next there's a systemic epidemic too
That's not to mеntion growing tension and dissent
(It's alright)

I see you peoplе out there clapping your hands
The streets are plagued with your atrocious behaviour
A silent violence made its way through the stands
A riot quietly amassed in the graveyard

Hey, Mr. Radio, you got it twisted
Let me whisper shady old truths
I know better than the vile
Demons and their lies spittin' la da da da die (oh no)
I won't be a player in your puppet show
Shove your conformation bias la da da da die

(La da da da die)
(La da da da die)
(Da da da die)
(La da da da die die)
(La da da da die)
(La da da da die)
(Da da da die)
(La da da da die die)

Just in, there's massive massacres occurring here and there
And krakens attacking capitals
Shit's gone wacky everywhere

I can't believe you people clapping your hands
A bunch of brazen bastards bumpin' your politics (yeah)
No longer silent and the violence expands
Parade your petty pride above the apocalypse

Hey, Mr. Radio, you got it twisted
Let me whisper shady old truths
I know better than the vile
Demons and their lies spittin' la da da da die (oh no)
I won't be a player in your puppet show
Shove your conformation bias la da da da die

Goddamn
You can't win my silence
Sovereign defiance
Swelling up to suffocate the truth
Choking down your blue pill
Crawl back in your molehill
Gallows are beckoning you

Hey, Mr. Radio, you might have missed it
But your dirty tricks are there for all to see

A bloody torrent in the forecast for the rest of time
An anthropoid eclipse, a colossal frog and it's hopping mad
Maintain this is fictitious political hog phooey
Even as you wallow in sorrow 'cause that frog swallowed up your fam

Egregious lies, you say? It's right in your face
A mass extinction affair that's passed the brink of repair
And now there's polliwogs the size of ships and covered in spikes
Swimming in crimson rivers flowing through cities, even you still deny

(The good news is)
(You're the coolest people in the world)
(The bad news is)
(The world is over)

Hey, Mr. Radio, we'll never listen
We got intuition and that's all we need

Now all that's left is just a hellish scene of endless bones
Scowling survivors shriek with glee as we eviscerate our own
Then parts the sky as the messiah rises through the crowd
He pleads for peace and lo we weep as freedom guns him down
Hey, Mr. Radio, you've decommissioned our humble perdition upon your grave