Truth, Lies & Caps Lock (Remix)

[Intro — Spoken, overlapping voices] You see what they're saying? Which version? The one that's going viral. It's got two million views. That's not a source. It's got comments. Oh, we're fucked. [Beat drops] [Verse 1 — Rapid-fire ensemble] Scroll it, share it, screenshot, repost, Somebody's certain, somebody knows most, Headline screaming, notification flashing, Everybody's got an opinion worth bashing. Facebook buzzing, timelines collide, True Social's got another war outside, Influencer says, "Listen, I've got proof!" Somebody else says, "That's not the truth!" [Call and response] Do your research! I did! No, you didn't! YES, I DID! Where's your source? Right there! That's propaganda! Then show me yours! [Pre-Chorus — Building] Can we slow down? Can we breathe? Can somebody tell me what we're supposed to believe? Before we light the match, Before we burn the room, Can we check the fucking facts Before we all go boom? [Chorus — Full ensemble] TRUTH! LIES! CAPS LOCK! SCROLL! SHARE! FIGHT! BLOCK! Everybody's got a microphone, Everybody's got a soapbox throne! TRUTH! LIES! WHO KNOWS ANYMORE?! Welcome to the comment box— SLAM THE FUCKING DOOR! [Verse 2 — Argument, rapid call and response] I've got the document. Fake. I've got the footage. Deepfake. Here's the transcript. Mainstream spin. Three independent sources. They're all in. Then what would convince you? [Silence] Nothing. [The Spell — Dark, restrained] You can shout it louder, You can make it red, You can put a thousand slogans In somebody's head. Build a little kingdom Out of fear and pride, Tell them every question Means they're on the other side. When the evidence comes knocking, Call it one more lie— If the truth threatens the idol, Then the truth has got to die. [Whispered ensemble] Break the spell. Break the noise. Break the walls around the voice. Break the spell. Break the chain. Wake somebody up again. [Comedic Break — Exhausted Americans] I need a drink. I need a vacation. I need therapy. I need everyone to stop posting. I need an exorcist. I need to go live. NO! ...Fair. [Verse 3 — Chaotic, sarcastic] Welcome to the delulu, Where the facts don't matter, Where the truth gets buried Underneath the chatter. If you don't like the answer, Call the answer fake. If you don't like the question, Call the question hate. Pick a side! Pick a team! Pick a villain! Pick a meme! Don't you dare step outside the line— When did reality become a fucking party line? [Bridge — The spell begins breaking] We're tired of fighting shadows. We're tired of manufactured fear. We're tired of being told The truth disappears. We don't need another idol. We don't need another king. We need somebody brave enough To ask what the hell is happening. Read the source. Check the facts. Question everything. Including us. [Final Chorus — Maximum chaos] SHARE IT! POST IT! BOOST IT! TRUST ME! DON'T QUESTION! PICK A SIDE! NO! We want what's true! We want what's real! We want to know What the hell we're supposed to feel! TRUTH! LIES! CAPS LOCK! SCROLL! SHARE! FIGHT! BLOCK! TRUTH! LIES! WHO KNOWS ANYMORE?! [Everything crashes to silence] [Outro — Quiet, exhausted] Maybe the truth... ...isn't supposed to be a team sport. [Pause] So... [Distant carnival trumpet] Who's driving? [End]