"The Light burns Out"

They cut the switch They enable the rich They target the snitch They're lies are sowed in stitch They devour there pockets itch They're fast to act and pitch Trouble away They keep truth out of the day, In the ditch They're paper is the way they've acquired They've lost in empty desire They fight fire in fire They care for none on a thin wire They keep civilians against to break They grow a new form of hate They serve garbage and fate They keep the sick sick filled with goods ate They keep a hand invisible to most man on an eight They can't see until it's late They take credit and contribute to our fate They cut the lights They take out rights They enable fights They adress They keep way from the most gruesome mess They're motive they stress They're lies don't impress They lead us to guess They leave those to sleep but not rest They divert and show no remorse What is and what is not, is the source?