| On the line dividing fact and fiction |
| You’d like to stake your reputation |
| But the natural man has an addiction |
| To believe the worst of fabrications |
| And when the rumor is on the wire |
| It will be trial by fire |
| It’s a test of any man’s endurance |
| Just to survive the castigations |
| You hope and pray for some deliverance |
| As you turn to face the accusations |
| And when your future is on the line |
| What will your answers be? |
| Come to the question and state your case |
| Will you make or break it? |
| Choose your weapons well |
| Make or break it Soon the toll will tell |
| All freedom has its price |
| Is this your paradise? |
| A mastermind of much illusion |
| Media controls the public reason |
| It terrifies with great confusion |
| And a power that fosters truth or treason |
| And when the rumor is on the wire |
| It will be trial by fire |
| And fact and fiction don’t mean a thing |
| Will you make or break it? |
| Choose your weapons well |
| Make or break it Soon the toll will tell |
| All freedom has its price |
| Is this your paradise? |
| And many good men have fallen |
| With no defense from the fatal word |
| Is this a part of the American dream |
| Will you make or break it? |
| Choose your weapons well |
| Make or break it Soon the toll will tell |
| All freedom has its price |
| Is this your paradise? |