Do you hear it? The silence of reason. Algorithms feed the fire of my rage, Ghostly visions written on a digital page. Politics as memes, the world is just a feed, Weโre sailing without anchors, driven by the greed. Blurring out... Is it a fact? Or just a vibe? A hollow truth we canโt describe. The line is gone, the game is cold, A garden where the seeds of doubt take hold. "Don't believe your eyes. Don't believe your heart. Where does the fiction end... and where does the truth start?" Blurring out... Is it a fact? Or just a vibe? A hollow truth we canโt describe. The world is spinning, weโre the prey, Watching as the colors fade to grey. Only questions. No more light.
