Amity - Headlines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Turn on the tv for some good morning propaganda
Have a gander and often what you’ll want is answers
Open the newspaper, faced by crusaders
Claiming they’re making big waves while smooth sailing
Every two pages, a celebrity’s problems
To distract you from your own at the Centrelink office
Getting brainwashed through sponsors and pulled strings
Scaring the children like monsters in ball pits
Leaders and presidents evade the media's questions
With greedy discretion while claiming a seat at G20
Politicians' views are to intervene the direction/
Which you vote in the ballot for a demeaning election
We have the right to speak and voice our opinions
But the problem is it’s our choice, their decision
All the food for thought has been poisoned and filtered/
To believe a lie and we’re meant to enjoy how we’re living?

Hook:
Pay no mind to the headlines
I know that’s easier said than done
But what you read and what you hear/
Is hearsay, feeding off everyone
We say no
We can decide for ourselves
Then they go
“The more you buy, the more we sell”

Verse 2:
Another day, another child committing suicide
You are blind, so you point the blame to try to sue a side
Stare at the screen with nothing better to do at night
Watching politicians argue while they try to prove they’re right
But are they human rights or human privileges?
Because you don’t have to abuse ‘em to lose ‘em – this is just/
Stupid isn’t it? But you permitted this
It fell on deaf ears ‘cause you refuse to listen to/
Adolescents with leukaemia or pressured by the media/
To mirror models – some are anorexic with bulimia
Self-diagnosed by what they read on Wikipedia
You think your life is hard but you are barley intermediate
Channelled by channels and wavered by radio waves
Hammered by amateur sadists who race in the maze
So the next time you’re in store for a broadcast
Ignore it and walk past ‘cause it’s more than the forecast

(Hook)

Verse 3:
The Prime Minister's thinking I'm sinister/
As I’m not a night listener – more like prisoner
Write new rights – hope they write the right signature
Expect me to agree, despite we're dissimilar
When it's time to lead us they react slowly and numbly
How can spineless leaders be the backbone of a country?
Now the finder’s fee has been taxed only for money
So every life you see is in fact hoping to run free
But I don’t care if I’m the sole enemy
I won’t believe a lie just ‘cause it’s in bold lettering
Everyone’s depressed – blame it on the cold weather and/
Eliminate a person if they ever told anything
We’ve destroyed the planet, what could we do worse?
How much more pressure before the balloon bursts?
But no pain, no gain, and the truth hurts
So stand in line to sell your souls, now who’s first?