[Intro] Red lights flash in empty rooms Producers count the coming doom A paper cup, a nervous hand A nation waiting for command [Verse] Cut the clip and raise the sound Find a face and circle round Make it bleed in black and white Push it live before it’s right Tell the people what to fear Make it close and make it near Give the rumor sharper claws Hide the source and blame the laws [Pre-Chorus] There is money in the tremor There is power in the noise There is comfort in a target There is profit in destroyed [Chorus] Manufactured Panic Rolling through the wires Manufactured Panic Gasoline for tired fires Manufactured Panic Everybody takes the bait Manufactured Panic Now the fear is running late [Verse] Morning shows and midnight screams Every doubt becomes a meme Every lie gets dressed as news Every side gets told to choose Make a crisis out of smoke Make the tired people choke Feed the wound until it grows Then pretend that no one knows [Pre-Chorus] There are hands behind the curtain There are eyes behind the lens There are markets for division There are scripts for former friends [Chorus] Manufactured Panic Rolling through the wires Manufactured Panic Gasoline for tired fires Manufactured Panic Everybody takes the bait Manufactured Panic Now the fear is running late [Instrumental] Feedback siren Drums collapsing Bassline running Headlines snapping [Bridge] I saw the fear in a spreadsheet I saw the rage in a graph I saw the dead become content I heard the control room laugh [Breakdown] Push Sell Spin Tell Cut Frame Point Blame [Build-up] When the numbers start to flatten Find another door to kick When the public starts to question Make the answer come too quick [Chorus] Manufactured Panic Rolling through the wires Manufactured Panic Gasoline for tired fires Manufactured Panic Everybody takes the bait Manufactured Panic Now the fear is running late [Chorus] Manufactured Panic Built to never disappear Manufactured Panic Broadcast straight into the ear Manufactured Panic We are shaking on command Manufactured Panic With the remote in our hand [Outro] Red lights flash in empty rooms Producers count the coming doom A paper cup, a nervous hand A nation waiting for command