[Intro] Clock in, cut the siren loose Clock out, leave the bodies bruised Ink on fingers, blood on screens Welcome to the machine [Verse] In The Headline Factory They polish every scream They measure every tragedy By traffic on the stream A mother cries in pixel light A city burns in blue They ask if it can trend tonight Before they call it true [Pre-Chorus] Every sentence needs a villain Every silence needs a gun Every question needs a border Every shadow needs the sun [Chorus] The Headline Factory Turns fear into gold The Headline Factory Makes the young feel old The Headline Factory Feeds the feed again The Headline Factory Turns us into them [Verse] In rooms without a window They test the perfect phrase They split the world in columns They count the angry gaze A softer truth is useless A careful fact is slow The loudest wound gets lifted The quiet ones don’t show [Pre-Chorus] Every rumor needs a costume Every panic needs a face Every lie needs repetition Every mob needs empty space [Chorus] The Headline Factory Turns fear into gold The Headline Factory Makes the young feel old The Headline Factory Feeds the feed again The Headline Factory Turns us into them [Instrumental] Machines are typing Cameras blinking Voices grinding No one thinking [Bridge] I walked past doors with no names written I heard the printers pray I saw tomorrow’s outrage waiting In trays marked yesterday [Breakdown] Print it Push it Clip it Crush it Name it Frame it Sell it Blame it [Build-up] And if the truth arrives exhausted Let it sleep outside the gate We need fire by the morning We need strangers taught to hate [Chorus] The Headline Factory Turns fear into gold The Headline Factory Makes the young feel old The Headline Factory Feeds the feed again The Headline Factory Turns us into them [Chorus] The Headline Factory Never shuts its eyes The Headline Factory Makes a product out of lies The Headline Factory Runs beneath our skin The Headline Factory Wants another shift to begin [Outro] Clock in, cut the siren loose Clock out, leave the bodies bruised Ink on fingers, blood on screens Welcome to the machine