HOOK: Picture this — they keep your eyes on the noise, While the real power moves in the shadows with poise. They feed you headlines just to fracture your sight, But I see through the smoke when they’re dimming the light. PRE-HOOK (SOFT BUILD): Hold up… breathe… look past the screen— Nothing’s ever really what the surface makes it seem. VERSE 1: Picture this — every law, every speech, every staged little fight, Just a curtain they pull while they work through the night. They distract with the drama, keep you glued to the screen, While the truth sits buried where it can’t be seen. Flow switch: So I cut through the static with a razor‑sharp tone, Every lie that they craft gets cracked like bone. They want you pointing fingers at the wrong damn face, Arguing with neighbours while they tighten the brace. I’m done being quiet, done swallowing lies, I’m the storm in the system they can’t neutralise. HOOK: Picture this — they keep your eyes on the noise, While the real power moves in the shadows with poise. They feed you headlines just to fracture your sight, But I see through the smoke when they’re dimming the light. VERSE 2: Picture this — they want chaos, want fear, want division to grow, ’Cause a crowd that’s confused is much easier to control. They sell you enemies crafted in boardroom halls, While the real architects never answer the calls. Breakdown moment (beat thins): Listen close… Silence tells the truth louder than the news ever will. I’m sick of the puppets, sick of the staged debates, Sick of being told what to love, who to hate. I’m cutting through the static with a blade of truth, And I’m aiming every word at the ones in the booth. HOOK: Picture this — they keep your eyes on the noise, While the real power moves in the shadows with poise. They feed you headlines just to fracture your sight, But I see through the smoke when they’re dimming the light. VERSE 3: Picture this — they want you numb, want you blind, want you stuck in routine, While they redraw the world on a map you’ve never seen. They hide behind symbols, behind suits, behind laws, But their fingerprints show on the cracks and the flaws. Flow switch (faster): I’m done with the whispers, done with the hush, Done watching them twist every truth into dust. I’m the voice they can’t censor, the spark they can’t drown, I’m the truth breaking loose from the underground. HOOK: Picture this — they keep your eyes on the noise, While the real power moves in the shadows with poise. They feed you headlines just to fracture your sight, But I see through the smoke when they’re dimming the light. VERSE 4: Picture this — I’m the fist through the veil, tearing holes in the script, Every lie that they push gets exposed when I spit. They built a world of illusions, but I’m burning the stage, Let the whole thing collapse under unfiltered rage. Spoken word (low, calm, dangerous): You can’t blind a man who’s already seen the cracks. I’m the crack in the system, the glitch in their plan, The reminder that truth doesn’t bow to a man. If they fear what I’m saying, then I’m saying it right— I’m the voice that survives when they turn out the light. HOOK (DOUBLE OUTRO): Picture this — they keep your eyes on the noise, While the real power moves in the shadows with poise. They feed you headlines just to fracture your sight, But I see through the smoke when they’re dimming the light. Picture this — they keep your eyes on the noise, While the real power moves in the shadows with poise. They feed you headlines just to fracture your sight, But I see through the smoke when they’re dimming the light.
