Ministry of Confidence (Facts Not Included)

© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- RADIO HOST: Tonight’s program: “Patriotism… or personal branding?” Man… turn it up. Let’s hear the sales pitch. G-funk lullaby, flag on the dash (yeah) Smile for the camera, hide the crash (uh-huh) God in the caption, fear in the plan (listen) You don’t serve the land… you serve the man Rule one: make “us” your one true church, every other nation just background merch. Why learn their language? Nah, you too “blessed,” the whole world should talk like your chest. Pride on a pedestal, ego in a tux, calling it “heritage” while it’s fear in the guts. Rule two: keep a stranger in the crosshair, so every problem got a face right there. Don’t say “exchange,” say “infection,” don’t say “welcome,” say “inspection.” You at the border with a microscope, tense: “This grain of sand got an accent—eject it.” (ha!) Rule three: history like wet paint—rewrite, refresh, facts get deleted when they don’t look “best.” You erase defeats, you remix the past, sell legends cheap and loud and fast. Truth gets tagged “fake,” tossed in the trunk, while your myth gets a mural and a marching drum. (boom) Everybody say “WE” (WE!) Now say “ME” (ME!) Now say “WE” (WE!) Now watch it turn to “ME” (ME!) That’s the trick. Wave it high, keep it simple (simple) Less facts, more symbols (symbols) Love gets loud, logic gets ran (ran) Country on your lips… leader in your hands Wave it high, keep it simple (simple) Less facts, more symbols (symbols) Love gets loud, logic gets ran (ran) Country on your lips… leader in your hands Country on your lips… leader in your hands Rule four: obedience—your daily bread, doubt is “treason,” critique stays dead. You want a nation of yes-men on loop, sell chains as “strength,” call fear “truth.” “Boss, what if we wrong?” — you grin, play sweet: “Wrong ain’t a word here… only ‘loyalty.’” (uh) Rule five: divide the block, then call it “peace,” neighbors in beef while your power increase. Run little contests: “Most patriotic tonight!” Prize: a handshake and a tax break in the spotlight. United crowds scare thrones made of foam, so you invent a monster… then claim you’re “home.” Rename, blame, frame, tame—same game, new suit, sell a villain, buy applause, keep the truth on mute. If it’s broke, don’t fix—pose. If it’s facts, dismiss—jokes. If it’s complex, compress. If they think, call cops. (hey!) Rule six: confuse love with arrogance—easy flip, patriotism as cosplay, ignorance as drip. “Our anthem the best!” “Our flag the prettiest!” Even the map like “bro…” but you steady with it. You brag so hard the truth needs earplugs, then you call that noise “values” and sell it as hugs. You don’t serve the land… you serve the man Amen… amen… Amen for who? Amen Rule seven: turn faith into a brand deal, cross on the chain, flag on the steering wheel. Swap prayers for pledges, worship for a meeting, God in the background while your ego does the greeting. Rule eight: nothing’s your fault—ever, not once, every crisis a plot, every fact a front. Hunger? “Jealous neighbors.” Chaos? “media tricks.” Need aliens too? Toss ’em in—makes it stick. When it’s burning, you don’t heal the pain, you slap a flag on the ashes and call it “campaign.” Rule nine: keep ’em uninformed—that’s control, smart minds ask “why,” so you cut the whole pole. Burn books, close schools, fear the curious kid, teach chants, not thoughts—keep the truth hid. Rule ten: you swear you forever on a pedestal tall, but it’s sand underneath and the tide wants it all. You pose for statues while the base starts to crack, then the crowd starts laughing when you fall off the stack. History clears its throat like: “Not again…” Smile for the camera… hide the crash… Wave it high Country on your lips… Country on your lips… leader in your hands Smile for the camera… hide the crash… Wave it high Country on your lips… Country on your lips… leader in your hands Leader in your hands. This message was approved by the Ministry of Confidence. Facts not included.