(Verse 1) Good evening folks, here’s today’s report, Some parts of the world are still out of sorts. A 60% chance of explosions near town, But don’t worry — the markets are holding down. We’ll take you live to the usual feed, Where everything’s “necessary” and “strategic need.” No need to panic, stay in your chair, It’s just another developing affair. (Chorus) It’s sunny with strikes, light chance of fire, Strong winds of bullshit rising higher. Low pressure zones of truth decline, And everything’s “fine… completely fine.” We’ll update you hourly, keep it clean, Like nothing behind it has ever been seen. Just numbers, maps, and a flashing screen, And a language that keeps it all in between. (Verse 2) Tonight’s outlook: unstable ground, But the wording stays soft, calm, and sound. “Clashes reported” — that’s what we say, Not people just trying not to die today. We zoom right out, make it abstract, Remove the faces, soften impact. Turn smoke to pixels, grief to stats, And call it coverage — imagine that. (Chorus) It’s sunny with strikes, light chance of fire, Strong winds of bullshit rising higher. Low pressure zones of truth decline, And everything’s “fine… completely fine.” We’ll update you hourly, keep it clean, Like nothing behind it has ever been seen. Just numbers, maps, and a flashing screen, And a language that keeps it all in between. (Bridge) And somewhere beyond the polished tone, There are voices we never call our own. But that’s too heavy, cut to break, Back to ads and weather for comfort’s sake. (Outro) And tomorrow’s forecast? Same again… Just different places, different names. And if you listen past the spin… You’ll hear what’s happening underneath it.
