Act 2 in the Intersection Trilogy [Intro] You feel that? Same war, different weapon. They ain’t gotta chain you — just blind you. Static in the air... Yeah — let’s go. [Verse 1] Cameras flash but they blur the scene, Media feeds full of plastic dreams. Headlines hit like a warhead drop, But the truth don’t trend, it just gets cropped. TV screamin’ like it’s gospel news, But it’s fear on tap — designed to confuse. They don’t want facts, they want division, Scripted rage with a high-precision mission. [Chorus] We live in broadcast static, Truth lost in the traffic. Mind games, headlines, tactics — Keepin’ us numb, confused, and passive. Divide 'em, blind 'em, sell 'em the cure, While the puppetmasters stay secure. But I see through the screen, crystal clear, And I won’t play deaf just to fit in here. [Verse 2] One channel says march, next says wait, Both built to control how we translate. News ain't facts, it's a script in disguise, A show for the masses with corporate ties. Debate ain't truth, it's market play, Polarize fast — keep the grey away. You’re red or blue, black or white, While they sit in grey zones countin’ their rights. [Chorus] We live in broadcast static, Truth lost in the traffic. Mind games, headlines, tactics — Keepin’ us numb, confused, and passive. Divide 'em, blind 'em, sell 'em the cure, While the puppetmasters stay secure. But I see through the screen, crystal clear, And I won’t play deaf just to fit in here. [Verse 3] Social feed's just a mental cage, Scrollin’ outrage to suppress the rage. Flashin’ pain like a badge of pride, While truth gets buried beneath the tide. Follow, react, repeat, obey, Algorithm knows what you won’t say. We speak in memes, we bleed in threads, They trace our fear while we chase fake creds. [Verse 4] Class divide in designer clothes, They build poor zones where the debt just grows. Race weaponized on every screen, While they sell both sides to keep it mean. You think they care who’s right or woke? It’s a chessboard — and you just a joke. They pull strings from boardrooms high, While we fight in streets and wonder why. [Chorus] We live in broadcast static, Truth lost in the traffic. Mind games, headlines, tactics — Keepin’ us numb, confused, and passive. Divide 'em, blind 'em, sell 'em the cure, While the puppetmasters stay secure. But I see through the screen, crystal clear, And I won’t play deaf just to fit in here. [Verse 5] News ain't news — it's fear as design, They rinse, repeat and call it "headline." Crisis cash, blood for shares, Push one war while the other flares. Sell us hope, then raise the price, Freedom wrapped in terms and rights. Surveil our minds with quiet tech, They know your dreams, your sins, your check. [Verse 6] Still we scroll, still we feed, Still they profit off every need. But I broke the code, I flipped the lens, I saw the strings that twist and bend. Broadcast static — pure disguise, Truth’s still here — behind the lies. And from that Intersection, I chose this road, Where the mask falls off and the truth explodes. [Final Chorus] We live in broadcast static, Truth lost in the traffic. Mind games, headlines, tactics — Keepin’ us numb, confused, and passive. Divide 'em, blind 'em, sell 'em the cure, While the puppetmasters stay secure. But I see through the screen, crystal clear, And I won’t play deaf just to fit in here. [Outro – Spoken] They won’t come for you with chains no more. They’ll come with content. With fear. With comfort. But comfort is the coffin. And truth is the noise... That breaks the static.
