[Verse 1 – dry, punchy bass groove; tight hi-hat; deadpan delivery] Used to be you didn’t know ’cause knowledge was a chore: A single leather Bible locked behind a heavy door. You farmed a patch of rocky dirt and never left the county, Ignorance was natural—an accident of bounty. Dark ages had an alibi: the lamps were never lit, A man could live his whole life through without confronting it. You feared the thunder overhead because the sky was deep, And when the winter sun went down, you folded in to sleep. [Pre-Chorus – guitar feedback hums, kick drum starts thumping] Then we strung the wires across the seas and put the sun on glass, Swore the shadows of the past would finally, cleanly pass. Thought if every living soul could hold the fountain pen, We’d never see a plague of blind authority again. [Chorus – full band explodes in, jagged rhythm, sharp vocal bite] Now we got Alexandria burning in our hands! A pocket full of lightning over shifting, shallow sands! Used to be a famine, now it’s a buffet— And we’re choking on the poison that we curate every day! It ain’t the lack of light that makes the vision turn to gray: It’s stare right at the noon sun and claim it’s gone away! From “I never learned” to “I refuse to see”— Behold the evolution of the proud lobotomy! [Verse 2 – rhythm locks back into the pocket, overdriven guitar skanks] Watch a six-second video, earn a new degree, Certified professor in immunology! Geopolitics, structural steel, Tell me how the cosmos and the atmosphere feel! Nobody reads past the capital text, Scroll until the dopamine delivers up the next. Truth had the nerve to demand some sweat, So we traded it for headlines designed to upset. We used to need a king to keep the peasants in the dark— Now the peasants build the cages and they volunteer the spark. [Pre-Chorus – building snare roll, guitars swell and shriek] Don’t need a state committee to redact the public line, When thirty million addicts scream: “The fantasy is mine!” [Chorus – maximum crunch, soaring aggressive backing vocals] Now we got Alexandria burning in our hands! A pocket full of lightning over shifting, shallow sands! Used to be a famine, now it’s a buffet— And we’re choking on the poison that we curate every day! It ain’t the lack of light that makes the vision turn to gray: It’s stare right at the noon sun and claim it’s gone away! From “I never learned” to “I refuse to see”— Behold the evolution of the proud lobotomy! [Bridge – halftime beat drops, bass-heavy, rhythmically spoken] The caveman feared the thunder ’cause he couldn't grasp the sky. Modern man hears thunder and insists the clouds are a lie. (tempo starts creeping up) “Manufactured by the council! Scripted by design!” Because admitting what you don't know crosses some imaginary line! We didn’t lose the truth—we drowned it in the choir, Fed the dictionary to a self-congratulating fire! Certainty’s the armor, arrogance the shield, Die inside a bubble just to never have to yield! [Guitar Solo – sharp, angular, frenetic bends with dissonance that snaps into focus] [Final Chorus – absolute overdrive, crashing cymbals, vocal pushing to a raw shout] Yeah, we got Alexandria burning in our hands! A god inside a circuit board that nobody understands! Traded every telescope for vanity and rage, Praising all the animals that built a better cage! It ain’t the lack of light that makes the vision turn to gray: It’s having every answer and just tossing it away! From “I never knew” to “You can’t lecture me”— Behold the evolution of the proud lobotomy! [Outro – sudden dynamic drop to solo kick and clean guitar pluck] The library’s open twenty-four/seven. Empty halls. (quiet chuckle) Everybody’s outside… Yelling at the walls. (clean chord rings out, then a dull radio click off)
