The Fourth Estate

Electronic voices always come at me
Telling me the way things ought to be
Don't they realize that I plainly see
That they're only gaslighting me?

Electronic voices always planting seeds
But what's sown today reaps misery
Chip away the stone 'til we're no longer free
And just another page in history

Telling me the way things ought to be
That ain't the way things ought to be

And we used to hang on every word
Their report was the truth that we all heard
And because we always knew the face
We could trust the fourth estate

Bedrock principles, they're worn so thin
One cannot tell where they begin
Trustworthy pillar of society
So very sad to see it end

Telling me the way things ought to be
That ain't the way things ought to be

And we used to hang on every word
Their report was the truth that we all heard
And because we always knew the face
We could trust the fourth estate