Conflict lyrics : "Bullshit Broadcast"
Send "Bullshit Broadcast" Ringtone to your Cell 
You don't care about people's thoughts. You probe into the mind, then you haunt
What you print, people believe, complicating lives, what the fuck does that achieve?
Now you're looking for some news, changing around facts and views
Receiving money for empty lies. Sly reporters I despise you
Will there be that extra in this week? Now you're climbing to the journalist peak
Sitting at the typewriter making more lies up. Rearranged to suit you, then fuck me up
Now I'm getting sick of you. Coming around here, making news
Whatever you print, you can't lose. But can't you see the damage that you do?
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Thanks to auritagirl
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