Museum of Lies (Based on Steve💀Dank - Redacted)

[Verse] (Hear me) I’m the paint on the canvas, the blood on the seal Every frame hung pretty but it hides what’s real (shh) They sell pain for appeal, cage souls for a deal Gold-leaf coffins just to market the feel (damn) Marble floors built off workers deceased Gala champagne poured over grief Politicians toast with a tongue full of bleach While the crowd calls murder “avant critique” (cheers) Skull lamps glow in collectors’ homes Dress code “mourning chic” with silicone bones Curators frame wars as aesthetic zones And bodies become sculptures when the funding’s grown Kids starve, but the stock charts rise Truth buried deep where the pipeline lies Every law’s a leash in a velvet disguise Freedom’s a brand they can monetize (price high) Cameras spin like saints in glass Every flash erases what you can’t ask They kill art, then sell the mask Call it progress — I call it classed (facts) [Hook] They say I’m bitter ‘cause I see too plain (crystal) What’s beauty when it’s built from pain? You believe their gloss, I decode the stain I don’t chase glory, I expose the chain Keep scrollin’, keep smilin’, keep blind, keep buyin’ (keep tryin’) While I’m pullin’ the nails from their art of dyin’ (cryin’) Keep scrollin’, keep smilin’, keep blind, keep buyin’ While I’m pullin’ the nails from their art of dyin’ (uh) [Verse] Lords of deceit with museums of grief Every red yuan laundered through fireworks schemes (uh) Pearl-drop tears on a canvas scream Auctioned souls sold to the “dream” (ha) Mannequin limbs in designer rags Body counts hidden in luxury tags Philanthropists front while the city drags Poor kids starvin’ under diamond flags Data-mined hearts in a frame so neat History rewritten on Wall Street sheets Truth’s on loan, gets no receipt Justice rebranded — ain’t that sweet? (sweet) They curate death like a fashion line Spin decay with a headline shine God’s name trademarked, faith online Pray for likes, not the borderline Lobby saints with corrupted halos Funding famine, sellin’ payloads Every promise dipped in payrolls Heaven’s IPO through white halos When the statue cries, they call it art When the people die, they call it charts When the earth bleeds, they buy new parts Who’s the exhibit? Check your heart (dark) [Hook] They say I’m bitter ‘cause I see too plain (crystal) What’s beauty when it’s built from pain? You believe their gloss, I decode the stain I don’t chase fame, I expose the chain Keep scrollin’, keep smilin’, keep blind, keep buyin’ (keep tryin’) While I’m pullin’ the nails from their art of dyin’ (cryin’) Keep scrollin’, keep smilin’, keep blind, keep buyin’ While I’m pullin’ the nails from their art of dyin’ (uh)