A Queda dos Vigilantes - English Version (Live)
Cláudio Fontenelle
The morning ink smells like a quiet bribe
The story shifts without a trace of pride
The printing press has lost its beating heart
And all the facts are slowly torn apart
Still, the truth is laid to rest
By hands that failed this heavy test
The honest word has met its end
With only the actors left to send
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
They trade their cameras for a paid regime
Spin their webs to feed a toxic dream
No hard questions asked when pockets overflow
Just hollow cheers and a scripted show
Still, the truth is laid to rest
By hands that failed this heavy test
The honest word has met its end
With only the actors left to send
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I watch the watchmen fall in line today
For heavy gold they throw the truth away
The fourth estate is built on shifting sand
A hollow echo in a fractured land
Still, the truth is laid to rest
By hands that failed this heavy test
The honest word has met its end
With only the actors left to send
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
They claim to speak for all the common men
They poison every well with their own pen
An empty vessel for a dark design
They cross the border over every line
How long before the blind can finally see?
How long until the honest word is free?
We need the fearless ones to take a stand
To bring the light back to this broken land
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
The truth remains buried and still
By hands that failed this heavy test
The honest word has met its end
With only the actors left to send
No more lies in the morning light
No more hiding the truth in the night
We will remember the stories they sold
We will demand that the whole truth be told
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa