[Intro] You can feel it before you hear it Something’s off Something’s been off Feels like the room got colder when they told us to clap Under bright lights while the truth got buried off-camera Cameras love a villain when it keeps you distracted Keep pointing fingers so nobody follows the money Don’t ask questions, just pick a side and start yelling Or they’ll call you crazy for noticing patterns News scroll moving faster than your ability to think And every headline feels like it’s daring you to react Loud voices selling fear like it’s some kind of currency Divide the crowd, keep them busy fighting shadows [Pre-Chorus – rising tension] This isn’t left or right, it’s top looking down Real power doesn’t argue, it quietly rewrites the rules Underneath the slogans, something uglier breathes Money talks louder than every promise you heard Pull the curtain back and it’s the same machine [Chorus – aggressive, chant energy] Fuck what they told you, it was never about you Used your anger, turned it into a weapon Choose your enemy, they’ll hand you a script Keep you screaming while they empty the vault This shit is bigger than one face on a screen Hate is easy when they package it clean Every lie dressed up like it’s patriotism Cut from the same cloth, different mask, same system Until you see it, you’re still playing their game Lines in the sand while they redraw the map They don’t need chains if you’re locked in belief [Verse 2] Fed a version of truth that collapses on contact Under pressure it cracks, but they patch it with outrage Crowds move faster when anger replaces thought Knuckles white on opinions they never questioned Doubt gets labeled as weakness or betrayal Or worse, you get erased from the conversation Nothing terrifies power more than someone thinking clearly And saying it out loud without asking permission Listen close and you’ll hear the same script everywhere Different actors, same lines, same ending [Break] They don’t need to silence you if they can steer you Right into the noise where truth gets buried Under layers of outrage, memes, and distraction Make you feel loud while saying nothing at all Puppet strings don’t look like strings anymore [Final Chorus] Fuck their script, I’m not reading their lines Use my voice, not the one they designed Cut the signal, I can think for myself Keep your fear, I don’t need your help This isn’t chaos, it’s carefully managed Hate redirected so nothing gets challenged Every distraction keeps you in place Close to the truth but never face-to-face Until you question the whole damn structure Locked in a loop they built to contain you They don’t break you, they train you [Outro] And if it feels like it’s repeating… That’s because it is
