(Intro — hollow, distant) Yeah… Same noise… different day… Nobody winnin’… but somebody gettin’ paid… (Hook — new, darker, eerie) We spin in circles thinkin’ it’s a road, Shoutin’ our sides like it’s somethin’ we chose. Same hands dealin’ every card we hold… And we still play along like we don’t know. (Verse 1 — colder, detached anger) Scroll through rage like it’s part of the day, Wake up mad, go to sleep that way. They don’t even hide it, it’s out in the open, Truth get buried, illusion get chosen. You don’t want facts, you want to feel right, So you dig your heels in and you double that fight. Neighbors turn ghosts, friends turn fake, All over a script you ain’t help create. They feed you both sides like it’s balance and fair, But it’s all just noise keepin’ you unaware. You ain’t in control, you react on cue, They don’t push you around — they design what you do. (Hook) We spin in circles thinkin’ it’s a road, Shoutin’ our sides like it’s somethin’ we chose. Same hands dealin’ every card we hold… And we still play along like we don’t know. (Verse 2 — heavier, more cynical) Rent still due, fridge still bare, But you fightin’ ‘bout opinions that don’t get you there. They turn real pain into sideshow fights, Keep you distracted through endless nights. You think it’s a choice but the path pre-set, Every move you make already been bet. Power don’t panic, it don’t even rush, It just sits back quiet while we self-destruct. We the numbers, we the weight, we the hands, But divided so clean we don’t understand. They don’t fear revolt — they know it won’t stick, ‘Cause we too busy fightin’ over meaningless shit. (Bridge — empty, almost numb) No winners… No change… Same cycle… New names… (Verse 3 — bleak, final) Same headlines, just a different spin, Same fake outrage dressed up as a win. You think this ends? Nah, it repeats, Different faces, same old seats. You pass it down, next gen inherit, Same blind rage, just different merit. Truth don’t sell, so it don’t survive, Only the loud and divided thrive. You wait for change but it never come, System too smooth, too well-oiled, too numb. And deep down low — yeah, you probably know… But knowin’ ain’t enough to let it go. (Hook — final, heavier, slower) We spin in circles thinkin’ it’s a road, Shoutin’ our sides like it’s somethin’ we chose. Same hands dealin’ every card we hold… And we still play along like we don’t know. (Outro — cold, final) Keep playin’ your part… They don’t even gotta ask…
