[Clear emotional vocals, serious and controlled] [Dark, tense, reflective production with rising dramatic pressure] [Not heroic, not playful, not uplifting] [Instrumental Intro – restrained, ominous, slowly opening] [Verse 1 – normal speed, explanatory, controlled, serious] Information, the heart that represents truth and order, strong enough to build nations, states and borders. Embedded in everything we see, feel and like, it will remain defining us until the final day. Systems nurturing a common ground once flowered, now left to rot in a dark domain of cowards. Doubts once the engine of a glorious future, are now the final arguments in a broken culture. [Chorus – wide, emotional, tragic, clear] No matter how large the world becomes No matter how high the stakes become No matter what the truth might shake No matter how little time it takes We don't seem to wanna know We don't seem to wanna care We just don’t want To know at all [Verse 2 – faster, louder, more emotional, growing anger toward the end] Stories written to encourage the masses are now comment-spammed by dumbasses. Stories once brilliant, meant to enlighten, now disgraced by clickbait, cheap and frightening. Stories intended to change our fate have become tools to multiply hate. Passed on in anger, stripped of its core, each echo returns a bit darker than before. [Chorus – heavier, more urgent, emotionally strained] No matter how large the world becomes No matter how high the stakes become No matter what the truth might shake No matter how little time it takes We don't seem to wanna know We don't seem to wanna care We just don’t want To know at all [Bridge – emotional, reflective, wounded, slowly intensifying] We built a world of signals we can’t decode, lost in the noise of the things we once owned. We chase illusions that we crafted ourselves, truth fades away while the lies sell themselves. [Break – dark instrumental pause, suspended tension, distant echoes] [Verse 3 – increasing emotional and dramatic intensity] Truth was the noble soul of the past, forging a wealth that was meant to last. Truth has become a ghost of the present, seen only by those who bow to be lessened. Truth is now vast and endless, drowning us all in ignorance, blindness. Living in our own noise, we confess, we gladly drown in our own excess. [Final Chorus – full emotional release, tragic, desperate, final] No matter how large the world becomes No matter how high the stakes become No matter what the truth might shake No matter how little time it takes We don't seem to wanna know We don't seem to wanna care We just don’t want To know at all [Outro – fading, unresolved, emotionally exhausted]
