Displacement of Reality - Airborne Anger

[Verse 1] They paved paradise and put up a screen Now every horror arrives in 4K sheen Children traded like NFTs in the stream While the feed keeps scrolling, pristine and clean Bombs fall in rhythm with sponsored ads Graves get heart emojis, quick retweet stats They branded compassion, sold outrage in packs Now empathy’s just another collapsed contract [Pre-Chorus] The air tastes like copper and algorithm sweat Every scream gets compressed to 280 yet They turned mass graves into content we forget And called survival “engagement”—the perfect debt [Chorus] This is displacement of reality Evil dressed up in civility They moved the slaughter to high-definition streams So we can watch the end between our memes Displacement of reality Monsters wear pastel and brand loyalty The devil’s not hiding—he’s trending, he’s free And we’re all still scrolling obediently [Verse 2] They traffic the helpless through verified accounts Open borders for predators, closed for account They’ll lecture on pronouns while bodies mount Then sell you the candlelight march as the count They flood the schools with theories that sever Turn sons against fathers, daughters against never While the real wolves circle, patient and clever Feeding on silence we willingly deliver [Pre-Chorus] The sky stays too quiet above burning towns No sirens, just notifications and crown They’ve trained us to witness but never look down So evil just floats like ash through the sound [Chorus] This is displacement of reality Cruelty wrapped in morality They digitized torture, gamified grief Made atrocities something we binge and believe Displacement of reality Where the wicked get halos and amnesty They moved hell to our pockets so casually And we keep refreshing obediently [Bridge] Look how pretty the filters make blood on the street How noble the virtue when posted on beat They’ll cry for the cameras then go back to eat While the next batch of victims is already queued to repeat You can mute the world but it still keeps bleeding You can block the accounts but the scent keeps seething They displaced the real so we’d stop believing That anything’s wrong when the interface’s pleasing [Final Chorus] This is displacement of reality Evil’s new address is your gallery They laundered the darkness in soft pastel light Turned genocide chic for the infinite night Displacement of reality Where conscience gets shadow-banned quietly They moved the abyss to our daily routine And convinced us the scream is just background scene [Outro – low, almost whispered] Keep swiping… Keep liking…