(Verse 1) He wears “Conspiracy Theorist” like a varsity letterman’s coat, Sips black coffee, clears his throat, “I don't think they ever put a man on the moon,” he’ll say, “But I’ll never believe there’s nuthin’ up their sleeve, no way.” Cold War footage? “Propaganda reel.” Flat Earth? “Psyop to bait the zeal.” Thought criminals fishing in a honeytrap scheme, He’s three chess moves deep in a YouTube dream. (Chorus) We gotta question the conspiracy theorist cred Of anyone who stops where the moon hoax spread And shouts, “I’ve spotted the psyop!” like that’s the end of the thread. What if “they” are hiding what the astronauts REALLY saw instead? What if they DON’T WANT YOU to know The story of our species runs longer than the history books show? If you’re gonna doubt, then doubt it all the way, Maybe the greater secret’s buried in the regolith gray. (Verse 2) Now hold on, friend, take a breath of air, You don’t see the gold foil in the photos? It’s there. Apollo command modules wrapped tight and bright, Shielded for the Van Allen belts’ harsh bite. Retroreflectors still blink from the lunar plain, We bounce lasers off them again and again. Six missions landed, brought back stone, Moon dust sits in labs you can visit on your own. (Verse 3) But Richard Hoagland squints at Cydonia’s face, Sees ancient empires in Martian space, Glass towers glittering on the lunar side, Solar-system ruins they’re desperate to hide. Maybe we were kings before we were apes, With star-faring fleets and tectonic landscapes, Then fallen angels in a heavenly spat Turned Eden to nuclear ash. How about that? (Chorus) We gotta question the conspiracy theorist cred Of anyone who stops where the moon hoax spread And shouts, “I’ve spotted the psyop!” like that’s the end of the thread. What if “they” are hiding what the astronauts REALLY saw instead? What if they DON’T WANT YOU to know The story of our species runs longer than the history books show? If you’re gonna doubt, then doubt it all the way, Maybe the greater secret’s buried in the regolith gray. (Verse 4) Christopher Nolan winked in Interstellar’s scene, Moon landing “propaganda” on a farmhouse screen, Now the hoax is so mainstream, so chic, Is the hoax-of-the-hoax the leak? While you’re zooming pixels on a shadowed rock, Or decoding Kubrick like it’s sacred clock, What if the cover-up’s not the flag and the boot, But something far older at humanity’s root? (Verse 5) Suppose we’re Martian refugees in disguise, Descendants of wars beneath alien skies, Fallen Angels trading nuclear flame, Erasing our memory, rewriting the game. So yes, maybe Armstrong made that small step stride, But maybe he wasn’t the first to arrive. Maybe the truth is layered and vast, A future forgotten, a buried past. (Chorus) We gotta question the conspiracy theorist cred Of anyone who stops where the moon hoax spread And shouts, “I’ve spotted the psyop!” like that’s the end of the thread. What if “they” are hiding what the astronauts REALLY saw instead? What if they DON’T WANT YOU to know The story of our species runs longer than the history books show? If you’re gonna doubt, then doubt it all the way, Maybe the greater secret’s buried in the regolith gray. (outro - Spoken word) Friend, you’re smart. But are you smart enough to know when you’re slipping into a Dunning-Kruger trap? Delve deeper into the moon and you may conclude mankind made that leap. But perhaps Neil Armstrong was not the first. Edify yourself at LimitlessMindset.com
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