Everyone is a prophet, social media revolution
Self-appointed masters, a world of total confusion
Everyone, everything has a purpose, a meaning, (just) look behind the polished surface
One hour, an evening, that's what it takes to convince us, a campaign paid off
I'm escaping to my parallel life
From a new world order so full of lies
What's on your agenda, pick the news that suits your needs
Shady sources of truth, trying to make you sell their deeds
A resort of some sort, where you can rest your weary head and wait for a better day
You know when you've had enough, you don't know who to trust, in this never-ending race
I'm escaping to my parallel life
From a new world order so full of lies
A hate community of a giant size