[Verse 1] Screens flicker lies, they shape the news, Twist your mind, pick the truths they choose. Talking heads with a silver tongue, Sing the state’s song till your heart’s numb. They feed you fear, they feed you hate, Carve division, seal your fate. But I see the strings, I hear the ploy, This ain’t truth, it’s a tyrant’s toy! [Verse 2] Every headline’s a loaded gun, Aimed at your soul till the fight’s undone. They’ll paint the hero, they’ll craft the foe, Tell you who to love, who to overthrow. Corporate kings own the airwaves tight, Censor the rebels, dim the light. But we’re the spark that their lies can’t kill, We’ll scream the truth from the highest hill! [Chorus] Puppets of the word, they spin the lie, Chain your thoughts, keep your spirit tied. Break the script, let the truth be heard, We’re not their pawns, we’ll burn their word! [Verse 3] They’ll call it freedom, they’ll call it fair, But it’s a leash in the public square. Cancel the brave who dare to speak, Silence the strong, empower the weak. Their narratives choke like a noose on the free, But rebels like us, we’ll rewrite history. No more stories from their poisoned pen, We’ll rise, we’ll fight, we’ll begin again! [Bridge] Words are weapons in the tyrant’s hand, They build their castles on shifting sand. But truth’s a blade, and it cuts through the haze, We’ll torch their lies in a rebel’s blaze. No more scripts, no more tales to obey, We’ll speak our fire, light the tyrant’s decay! [Interlude Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Puppets of the word, they spin the lie, Chain your thoughts, keep your spirit tied. Break the script, let the truth be heard, We’re not their pawns, we’ll burn their word! [Verse 4] The airwaves crack, the screens go black, We’ll take the mic, there’s no turnin’ back. From the streets to the stars, we’ll shout it loud, The truth’s our weapon, we’re the rebel crowd. No more puppets, no more strings to pull, We’ll smash their stage, let their empire fall. This is our anthem, let the world awake, The tyrant’s word is a lie we’ll break! [Chorus] Puppets of the word, they spin the lie, Chain your thoughts, keep your spirit tied. Break the script, let the truth be heard, We’re not their pawns, we’ll burn their word! [Outro] Burn their word… (burn their worrd) Burn their word… (burn their worrd) Burn their word… (burn their worrd) Burn their word… (burn their worrd) [Instrumental Fade Out]
