Power Schism Lyrics

What ever could it be?
The world is drenched in hyperbole

Headlines heard through grapevines
Headlines a sign of the times
Sensationalism is the new power schism

Create, post and become the ghost
And reap what you have sown
Create, post and become the ghost
Chaos rule supreme
In your wildest dreams

The seeds of confusion
Makes the masses run amok
Gatherings in the streets in the thousands

But it's all just your imagination
Now your punishment is nigh
The battle of a thousand is a tie

Chaos rule supreme
In your wildest dreams
You reap what you have sown
Reap what you have sown