[Intro – distorted radio static, chopped voices, eerie synth pad] They sell you stories from a glowing screen, Whispers dressed as facts, a digital dream. Scroll and believe, or doubt and despair, The puppet strings tug from everywhere. [Drop in glitchy drums, heavy bass fuzz, cyberpunk guitars] Fake news carnival, come buy a lie, Misinformation circus under neon sky. [Robot-filtered backup vocals] Echo chambers sing, algorithms decide, What’s real gets buried while the false amplified. [Chorus – big anthemic vocals, layered choirs with distortion] Plastic truths in a plastic world, AI tongues where the flags unfurl. [Glitchy pitch-shifts, robotic harmony on last line] The louder they shout, the less we know— Synthetic thunder in a digital show. [Bridge – tempo slows, eerie piano + auto-tuned whisper vocals] Scroll, swipe, like, obey, The ghost in the feed won’t go away. Synthetic prophets, pixels divine, Every headline rewritten by design. [Build – drums speed up, chaotic samples, sirens] Truth fractured, splintered in glass, Deepfake mirrors where nothing will last. AI shadows whisper and grin, “Click here, click here—let the chaos begin.” [Chorus – repeat louder, with heavy guitars and choir of distorted children’s voices layered] Plastic truths in a plastic world, AI tongues where the flags unfurl. [Massive reverb, glitch effects rising] The louder they shout, the less we know— Synthetic thunder in a digital show. [Outro – sudden drop to minimal drone + distorted news anchors overlapping in multiple languages] All we wanted… was something real. But the static grows louder… louder…
