Pulled From The Roots

Who the f*ck do I listen to? Does anyone even know the truth? Who the f*ck do I listen to? Whispers in my ear from left and right Another sleepless night A rumour mill fuelled by river rapids Wearing away, at the foundation Point the finger, quick to blame Douse in petrol and light the flame Watch it burn, cheers from the crowd Destroy the rest, make us proud. Pulled from the roots But it's always clawing back We don't salute Scorched till the earth turns black Pulled from the roots Does anyone even know the truth? Who the f*ck do I listen to? Does anyone even know the truth? Profiteers of fear giving rise to the chaos Can we trust ourselves? The seeds of doubt sowed by snake oil traders Incite the culture of fear Burn the sources, bury the facts A sacred blood oath, to seal the pact Pull the curtain, preach the illusion Create the problem, sell the solution Pulled from the roots But it's always clawing back We don't salute Scorched till the earth turns black An adolescent flower Clipped before it could bloom Paraded around without its roots It withered and died Forgotten all too soon All to soon Forgotten all too soon Pulled from the roots Pulled from the roots