[Intro] [Atmospheric, glitchy soundscape] [Whispering voices overlapping: "Framing... Narrative... Consent..."] [Verse 1] Words are masks, worn with skilled intent A web of phrases, where the mind is sent It’s not a lie, it’s just a "narrative" now While the truth is buried, we forget the how Bombs become "peace", and force becomes "care" Washing dirty hands in the digital air When the poison is labeled as the only cure The lines of reality become obscure [Chorus] This is the word magic, the spell of the state Where black becomes white at a rapid rate A golden frame for a hideous view Until the lie feels comfortable and new They bend the sentence, they stretch the sound Till the original meaning can no longer be found [Verse 2] Soft euphemisms for the cold and the hard A new vocabulary playing its card "Solidarity" often means "don't disagree" And questions are labeled as a "conspiracy" They redefine what has always been true So the old world looks different and shiny and new A cage made of syllables, a lock made of prose Systemic deception as the rhetoric grows [Chorus] This is the word magic, the spell of the state Where black becomes white at a rapid rate A golden frame for a hideous view Until the lie feels comfortable and new They bend the sentence, they stretch the sound Till the original meaning can no longer be found [Instrumental Break] [Abstract synth textures, slow rhythmic beat, Echoing "reversed" vocal snippets] [Verse 3] But words have power when you set them free When you call out the ghost of the things you see Break through the framing, look behind the veil Give the truth back its voice, let the logic prevail A spade is a spade, no matter the name And the guilt of the master is always the same Learn to read what stays hidden between the lines Before the last light of the language declines [Bridge] [Spoken word style, very calm and cold] Re-definition... (Check) Marginalization... (Check) No alternative... (Check) Do you still believe them? [Instrumental Solo] [Melancholic trumpet or soft electric guitar, layered over trip-hop beat] [Outro] [Fade out with rhythmic clicking like a typewriter] Words are weapons. Choose them wisely. Word magic... [End]
