Power Schism – Ghost Iris

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 (Power)
Schism
Sensationalism is the new power (Power)
Schism

Create, post and become the ghost
And reap what you have sown (And reap what you have sown)
Create, post and become the ghost
Chaos rule supreme, in your wildest dream

The seeds of confusion makes the masses run amok
(Amok)
Gatherings in the streets in the thousands, gatherings in the streets
(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

Create, post and become the ghost
And reap what you have sown (And reap what you have sown)
Create, post and become the ghost
Chaos rule supreme, in your wildest dream

Reap what you have sown

Chaos rule supreme
In your wildest dream
You reap what you have sown
And reap what you have sown