Verse 1 Every morning, the screens come alive, Same old voices telling us how to survive. They paint the picture, they frame the scene, They tell us what’s real, they tell us what it means. We’re drowning in a flood of words, In endless noise we’ve barely heard. They speak for us, they speak our name, But every day it feels the same. Chorus They feed us their lies, they sell us their truth, They dress up the story and call it the news. They choose what to show, they choose what to hide, They build up the walls and they stand on the side. But we’re still here, we’re not asleep, We see the cracks beneath the screen. The more they tell us what to believe, The more we fight to think and breathe. Verse 2 They cut the footage, they shape the frame, They turn every story into a game. A thousand voices, one single sound, A world of echoes going round and round. We’re searching for truth in a sea of noise, Trying to separate the facts from the voice. Because trust is something you cannot demand, It’s built with honesty, not a command. Chorus They feed us their lies, they sell us their truth, They dress up the story and call it the news. They choose what to show, they choose what to hide, They build up the walls and they stand on the side. But we’re still here, we’re not asleep, We see the cracks beneath the screen. The more they tell us what to believe, The more we fight to think and breathe. Bridge I don’t want silence, I don’t want fear, I just want voices that I can hear. No perfect script, no hidden plan, Just honest words from honest hands. Final Chorus They feed us their lies, they sell us their truth, But we’re not blind and we’re not fooled. A thousand screens can fill the night, But they can’t erase a searching mind. The day will come when the noise fades away, And facts will rise above what they say. Until that moment, we’ll hold on tight, And keep our own eyes open to the light.
