Текст песни
I wear a crown of headlines spun from gold
A smile that's measured, a story bought and sold
I'll paint the sky in shades of fear and doubt
And tell you what the world is all about
From London fog to Washington D.C
I craft the truth you're never meant to see
Warpath whispers, Silver Lord commands
The narrative is safe in these soft hands
I'm the Queen Media, the voice inside your screen
The builder of the world that lies between
I'll break your spirit, make you chase the lie
And watch you fall for every alibi
I sell you panic, I sell you peace
I make the horror and the terror cease
Bow down, little pawn, don't you see?
The only truth that matters comes from me
Remember Steele? A fragment, raw and wild
I wrapped it up and sold it to the child
The Washington Post will edit, thrice or more
But you won't know what's been erased before
I put a gun in Putin's hand on The Economist page
I turned your hope into a riot's rage
The BBC and Reuters march in line
The holy mission is to make you pine
I'm the Queen Media, the voice inside your screen
The builder of the world that lies between
I'll break your spirit, make you chase the lie
And watch you fall for every alibi
I sell you panic, I sell you peace
I make the horror and the terror cease
Bow down, little pawn, don't you see?
The only truth that matters comes from me
They call it cognitive, they call it war
I call it making sure you want what I'm for
I'll reprogram the way you think and feel
Make sure your doubt is absolute and real
FIMI, Fake News, a moral panic spread
I'll fill the daylight with a sense of dread
The faceless bots will echo what I say
Until you can't tell night from day
On NPR, I tightened up the reels
A perfect take on what the conflict feels
In Kyev they built their Ministry of Truth
A mirror to my own, a bitter proof
The void I leave, another voice will fill
But make no mistake, I am the master still
The stock markets rise, the politicians smile
When you are marching in my endless file
I'm the Queen Media, the voice inside your screen
The builder of the world that lies between
I'll break your spirit, make you chase the lie
And watch you fall for every alibi
I sell you panic, I sell you peace
I make the horror and the terror cease
Bow down, little pawn, don't you see?
The only truth that matters comes from me
So keep your eyes wide open, that's the rule
But I control the lens — I play the fool
The one who makes you wise. Now bow before the screen
To your unending, beautiful, and manic Queen
Queen of the Feed
Queen of the Feed
