Yeah… Same voices, different faces. Seen this before. Wolves in the feed, yeah they howl, no bite, Same fake love in a different light. Same views, same loops, same ghost replies, No soul in the sound but it multiplies. Wolves in the feed — copy, paste, repeat, Plastic crowns on a hollow beat. Whisper “peace” while they blur the line… You hear that echo? That ain’t mine. They play lone kings, but the script’s all shared, Same cold lines like nobody cared. Different язык, but the code’s the same, Switch the mask, never change the game. They remix truth ‘til it feels unsure, “Nothing is real, nothing’s ever pure” — That’s how you blur what you’re fighting for, Turn a closed wound into open war. Wolves in the feed, yeah they howl, no bite, Same fake love in a different light. Same views, same loops, same ghost replies, No soul in the sound but it multiplies. Five accounts say “this one’s fire”, Same old spark from a wired choir. Praise you first, then they slide inside, Plant a seed where the truth should ride. Big “culture”, big “heart”, big empty claims, While the real world burns behind the frame. Turn pain to props, turn noise to art, But you can’t AI a human heart. If it feels rehearsed — it probably is, If it feels too soft — check what it hides. Wolves in the feed — we see that mask, Same old trick in a new broadcast. Real voice cuts, no need to pretend… Static fades when you don’t depend.
