(©) 2025 whitemonkey In neon glow we shuffle through the streets, Our whispers drowned by marching heartbeat drums. Each face a mask, each name a fading sheet, Truth drifts away where silent rubble hums. Through every window, every wire and screen, We feel the weight of something never seen. Eyes in the walls, watching every move, He sees your doubt, he reads your every groove. Words disappear into a memory hole, He writes new lines to shape our hollow souls. We learn to fear the thoughts we cannot show, The slightest spark of freedom snuffed so fast. A broken whisper buried down below, The future’s chained to shadows of the past. They call for hate in ritual display, Our hearts confined; no other path, no way. Eyes in the walls, watching every move, He sees your doubt, he reads your every groove. Words disappear into a memory hole, He writes new lines to shape our hollow souls. One party, one creed, one voice on every street, One truth, one lie, one will you can’t defeat. And in the night we dream of distant skies, A world beyond the watchers’ hungry eyes. Eyes in the walls, but in our dreams we fly, He cannot touch the spark behind our eyes. Though pages burn and histories unroll, We’ll light the flame that frees our hidden souls. In silent hope, a rebel heartbeat calls— We’re more than cogs beneath those watching walls.
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