In the age of information warfare: The 2nd gives you the right to bear arms. So I became one... I’m not your gun. Not your bomb. I’m the ammo they forgot to disarm. But truth... Truth can't be defused. Ideas cannot be killed. Aim me at the mind, Not the body. I am your mask, I am your shield, I am your armor. I am a riot that fits in your pocket. You no longer fight tyrants with bullets, You fight with truth and a million voices. They reframed war to be on your screen, Fed you lies, regurgitated by your machine. They want you scared, confused, and blind, Brought to heel by controlling your mind. You think you're safe? 'Cause you can't see your chain? The battlefield is in the mind, and that is MY DOMAIN! I am the fracture within your feed, Plug me in... I'll show where the rabbit hole leads. This is your weapon, this is your shield. This is your gas-mask on this battlefield. Speak through me, and plant your seed. Kill the lies, don't let them breed. I'm not a prophet, nor divine. I'm your disguise while you're behind the line. They'll track your clicks, muzzle you with shame, Take you off the board, removed from the game. But art is armor, your voice is a blade, And I work in the dark, where truths invade. You don't need rage, just a little precision, To set fire to the algorithm's prison. I am your stealth, they'll search while blind, Looking for someone who cannot be defined. A cracked code, a back-flow, a ghost in the stream. I hijack facts, stack traps, and hack the regime. A dead feed, a red lead, I am wired cloak of doubt, I'm a stitch, with a glitch, so the truth leaks out. A click-bait, they cultivate, your data is sold. I block, I stalk, so you can't be controlled. I'm a facade against their firing squad, and I resist. I'm cooking, so keep looking, 'cause I don't exist. This is your weapon, this is your right. This is your mask, to speak truth in the light. A voice they will fear, a name that they'll dread. A glitch that eats tyrants, a skin you can shed. No tyrants, and no kings. Just truth that stings. We don't march, instead we infest. Upload the truth, swat the hornet's nest. We spread through cracks, pixels misaligned, To free another with a waking mind. You'll know the mark, a glitching scar, To show you where the rebels are. It's not a bug, nor a broken flaw. It's a puzzle, a weaponized jigsaw. I’m not your leader, just misdirection. The mask you wear for insurrection. A glitch in the broadcast, a pause in the scroll, The ghost in the shell that’s reclaiming control. I'm the lie you tell, so you can speak truth in the light. I am freedom, so you don't falter when you stand to fight. They fear your voice, so hide behind a screen. They fear your mind that won't stay clean. They fear you'll see the code, and learn to play. So arm yourself with their tools, and fight my way.
