It don’t start with hate… it starts with silence. It don’t start with monsters… it starts with compliance. [Verse 1] Yo— We traded truth for algorithm lies, Scrollin’ deep while the spirit dies. A thousand friends, but empty inside, We locked the church and kept the pride. Clickbait gods and dopamine highs, Sell your soul for a verified sign. Echo chambers where thought gets fried, Can’t hear the truth when the conscience hides. They say "follow the science" but silence the soul, Facts without faith leave a man with a hole. What’s logic if the heart don’t know? A system with gears, but no moral control. [Hook] Thoughtless… that’s how evil wins. Ordinary hands with extraordinary sins. Don’t need a gun, just apathy within, When you stop askin’ where the line begins… (Spoken underhook) We don’t need chains when we kill our will... No devil in sight when the crowd stands still. [Verse 2] We laughed off the prophets, mocked the wise, Built a throne for the clever and televised. Replaced conviction with compromise, Now we choke on comfort and sanitized lies. Truth got canceled, judgment drowned, What’s sacred’s sold by the pound. We don’t burn books, we just erase the sound, Feed the mob 'til they all bow down. Power ain’t a crown, it’s a crowd in sync, Apathy’s a poison before you blink. When nobody thinks, and no one speaks, That’s how freedom gets extinct. [Bridge] The enemy ain’t just outside the gate, It’s in the hearts that abdicate. You wanna stop the fall? Don’t wait— You gotta think. You gotta pray. You gotta wake. [Hook - repeated] Thoughtless… that’s how evil wins. Ordinary hands with extraordinary sins. Don’t need a gun, just apathy within, When you stop askin’ where the line begins… [Verse 3] We let the tyrants build their stage, While we binge and scroll and disengage. Moral drift, the faith decays, No compass left, just “live your way.” But freedom ain't free—it’s blood and thought, It’s a cross, a hill, a price that’s bought. It’s choosing truth when it leaves you caught, It’s sayin' “no” when the whole world’s not. So where’s the remnant? Where’s the brave? Where’s the ones who know the grave Ain’t the end? Who still believe, That grace can rise where minds still grieve? [Outro] Thoughtless… that’s how it begins. But truth still lives when the light breaks in…
