[VERSE 1] It's a mad, mad world we made— Where everybody’s armed. Nobody trusts a salesman's morals Till he calls himself “concerned.” Every lecture now comes gift-wrapped In sweet empathy and care, While the fine print whispers quietly: “The power shifts right there.” And the saints up on the television Always somehow need control, And they're talkin’ 'bout compassion With a boot pressed on your soul. [PRE-CHORUS] See, the guilt’s a master key When your target still has shame. That’s why the cleanest conscience is Always easiest to blame. [CHORUS] Weapons of mass distraction, Loaded with selective facts. Pointed at the people Too polite to answer back. Everybody’s “saving lives,” yeah Everybody’s “fighting hate,” They're all pure as driven snow While they're doling out the take. Weapons of mass distraction— Smooth enough to sound profound. Funny how their Passive-Fists Are always ready for a round. [VERSE 2] One man makes a new word: “racist,” Draws the lines in black and white, All while quietly believing His own tribe is better by birthright. Another says that freedom Is a danger to the weak, So hand the tools of self-defense To the strong to safely keep. And every decade finds new slogans For the oldest human game: Roll the greed in moral wrap And no one checks the frame. [PRE-CHORUS] ’Cause if you call it “care,” Good people lower every shield. Just call it "human rights" or “justice,” You'd be amazed at what they’d yield. [CHORUS] Weapons of mass distraction, Sugar-coated ammunition. No-one says “control” no more— They say “safety,” “rights,” “inclusion.” And maybe some mean well. Some of 'em probably do. But even the best intentions, don’t make Every loaded verdict true. Weapons of mass distraction— Custom-built for social wars, Where the words do heavy lifting Before the jackboots strike the floor. [VERSE 3] Turn on the screen— Every issue comes pre-framed: Pick your approved emotion, Pick somebody else to blame. If a child’s inconvenient, It’s compassion. If you fear for your own safety, It’s paranoia. If you question contradictions, It’s extremism. If statistics contradict the facts, Seems the numbers just annoy ya. And somewhere in the noise, Ordinary people sit, Trying to stay decent While being dragged through the mud-pit. [BRIDGE] Now hold on— This ain’t a song against mercy. Mercy matters. This ain’t a song against helping people. Keep helping people. It’s a song about how morality Gets worn like camouflage By folks who’d gladly sell their soul While preaching to the choirs. [FINAL CHORUS] Weapons of mass distraction, Fired hot from every side. Half the country sells shame and guilt, The other half's too kind to fight. And the trick is never hatred. No— The trick is seeming true. Make the good folk feel embarrassed, And they’ll fight themselves for you. Weapons of mass distraction— Devils smiling through the smoke. Everybody's talking "ethics" now, Few consider why we'd need it though. [OUTRO] Funny, crazy world we made. Where conscience became the target, And the ones who'd never exploit morality Learned too late That the rest already had.
