"The truth is..." Check the cipher, this ain't no sci-fi flick, this is the data stream They told us look up to the sky, ignore the DNA regime Tangible traces left behind, a physical anomaly The government ghost-writing the script on our biology We just hosts in the narrative, the planet is the stage, Hybrid babies in the incubator, turnin' a new page Every cell is a whisper, somethin' in the water and the bread, While the mainstream sleeps, my mind's on what the insiders said. Leak the document, let the whistle blow across the nation, They cover it up with the fear, a blanket of information suppression. They call it Xenogene (yeah, the code is deep) A hidden program while the whole world's asleep (what they tryin' to keep?) Mix the light and the flesh, the seed and the clay We got the proof in the helix, nothin' left to pray. This ain't spiritual ascension, this is genetic war (fight the flow) Now check the sample in the crate, and break down the score. They talkin' physical evidence left at the scene Like cosmic fingerprints on things we've never seen. You analyze the fibers, the tissue, the unexplained trace A silent infiltration, hidin' in plain sight, space. The scientist on the fringe, the analyst they tried to break, He smuggled out the data, for the whole world's sake. 'Cause if it's not coincidence, then it's a cold, hard mission Control or evolution? We stuck in this low-fidelity prison. They filter the facts and they laugh, call it a conspiracy claim, But the high-speculation facts still scream the creature's name. They call it Xenogene (yeah, the code is deep) A hidden program while the whole world's asleep (what they tryin' to keep?) Mix the light and the flesh, the seed and the clay We got the proof in the helix, nothin' left to pray. This ain't spiritual ascension, this is genetic war (fight the flow) Now check the sample in the crate, and break down the score. Listen, the problem ain't the proof, the problem is belief When the source material is buried underneath a digital reef. They rely on the Scepticism, the hurdle of the unknown. They turn the scientist to a clown, leave the narrative alone. But even weak spots got a signal, a faint pulse in the dark. From unexplained to a program... hit the mark. "The truth is... the truth is... the truth is... They can't hide the flow. Word up,
