Fuck the Factoid

Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event
 Spray that gibberish all around, it is slick
 Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event
 Graft on that phantom limb, it twists
 Get
 Get
 Get a loosened grip
 Get a loosened grip
 Loosened grip
 Temperature is scalding, needing scapegoats to diffuse
 And we well know a non-event's every kind of news
 But tell the baying throng the strays have rifled through
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 You can't lose
 You can't lose
 You can't lose
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 Ire
 Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars
 Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars
 Ire
 Filthy fucking factoid epidemic sprouting norms
 And in the process, hobbling outcasts who already fell short
 But tell the baying throng the strays have run amok
 Filthy fucking factoid epidemic
 Filthy fucking factoid epidemic
 Filthy fucking factoid epidemic
 Filthy fucking factoid epidemic
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 Filthy fucking factoid epidemic