[Intro] News is theatre. The arts tell the truth. Every headline is the magician's left hand, sleuth, Look! Left out of socket, don't watch rights, hand in your pocket. Demon not a metaphor when ledger is proof, got dockets. [Verse 1. The Marquee] Venezuela front page, they said "democracy" three times, Meant the Orinoco crude, the heavy barrels in the mines. Regime-change, costume drama, humanitarian disguise, The script: liberation. stage direction: privatise. Greenland "purchase offer", laughed off as a farce, but ice-caps, sub-routes, bases carved in Arctic dark. Bunker networks, nuclear depth, polar axis prize, clown show was the cover for a story behind eyes lies. Iran in the press, "existential nuclear threat," Read between, name not clean, island kompromat in debt. A tiny rogue apparatus with the Pentagon on a leash, Dossier do dirty work that the diplomat don't reach. Every crisis is a curtain, every curtain is a trick, Every trick reveals what's stripped, quick snick. [Hook] Theatre of extraction, nightly news just for show, Venezuela = oil, Greenland, what's under snow, Iran for the kompromats last run across stage, Palantir neo-prophet, writing pre-crimes cage. Theatre of extraction, set is always lit, Distraction the act, extraction the script. [Verse 2. The Kompromat Economy] Here's the question that the courtiers refuse to frame: What can you blackmail when the public knows the game? When the island's on the news and the list is half-released, When the deposition's leaked and the central priest's deceased, When "everybody knows" is the chorus on the street Does the dossier still drive or is the engine obsolete? Here's the answer they don't print: the leverage never dies, It just changes currency, from scandal into ties. Shared complicity is collateral, mutual assured disgrace, Every predator photographed partner in privied place. Kompromat evolves, from exposure into trust, Fallen in the same pit, they carry the same dust. Blackmail isn't "don't tell", it's "now you're one of us," Silence isn't fear anymore, silence is the trusts crust Brotherhood of buried things, gilded guild, The ledger isn't secret but a contract pact to build and not yield. [Hook] Theatre of extraction, nightly news just for show, Venezuela = oil, Greenland, what's under snow, Iran for the kompromats last run across stage, Palantir neo-prophet, writing pre-crimes cage. Theatre of extraction, the set is always lit, Distraction is the act, the extraction is the script. [Verse 3. Pre-Crime] Palantir, Palantir, far-seeing-stone turned on, Minority Report in production, control from upon Not predicting crime, provisioning criminal charge, Algorithm points and warrant writes itself at large. Pattern-of-life ingestion feeding targeted grids, Census-scale surveillance, control lived by orchestrated bid. Pre-crime isn't future tense, pre-crime exists in the now, The "minority" in Minority Report, the underlying vow. Thought-adjacent behaviour, purchase-pattern dissent, protesting your metadata before your protest is even sent. Extraction moves from oil to attention to intent, The final resource is the future taxed, spent before your rent. Mine your next decision from the last ten years of you, Pre-crime is pre-consent that the seeing-stone construes. What if the prophet gets it wrong? The prophet writes the law, Wrongness becomes precedent, oracle has no flaw. [Bridge] Venezuela, oil. Greenland, the hole. Iran, the list. Palantir, your soul. Theatre on the front page. Extraction in the hold. News is magic misalign. The arts allude to a truth told. [Outro] So turn mind-control news off, let mind-unroll verses be born, Headlines are hypnosis, Arts meaning gleaning a new dawn. The demon has a ledger and the ledger has a date, If you don't outrun the theatre, fallen angels rewrite fate. Theatre of extraction, forced stage, and credits cast, The first act of liberation is to read script of what's past.
