Ink

Wake up and realise
That history
Is just his story.

From the ink to the paper
These days are written, of
Heroes and heroines
Or false politicians

Printed words to remind
The forgetful mankind
Of the times before now
That the old might deny

But why would one argue
What's wrote on the page
Is the fiction of those
Who are paying your wage

From the paper to the ink
That dictates our lives
A company profits
Through spreading its lies

Dumb the proles and make them forget
The crash of our countries
The limitless debt
Forget the inventors
Forget those who changed
The world for good
Not just profit and gain

Raise the morale and keep spirits high
A disguise for the fact
That we're just getting by

Cause then they won't notice
The world's fucked up
A world we're still building
That funds the corrupt.