Thrice

the blue light spills like oceans
we smile and let it in
it cures us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine
knowledge locked in a tower
barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power,
know this is tyranny
all we're asking for is what's ours
you think they're selling you truth,
truth is, they're selling you out
truth is, they're selling you out
the black ink fuels our notions
that all the facts are in
it cures us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine