[Intro]
The calendar turns, but the wound stays open
A blue year stamped on a broken omen
[Verse 1]
They sell the truth in a fifteen-second frame
Then raise a glass when somebody takes the blame
A grieving mother gets a comment thread
While polished lies wear halos overhead
The courthouse screen throws a merciless light
Crowds pick a hero by the end of the night
No one asks who was left in the dirt
They just count the clicks and rehearse the hurt
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, when did the sirens become entertainment?
When did a life become a talking-point payment?
[Chorus]
This is 2026, and the floor gave way
We cheer for the killers, then look away
A drunk little idol gets tears and a stage
While Marines come home as a headline on a page
If this is justice, why does it taste like ash?
If this is mercy, who gets buried fast?
The world went to shit and we called it a trend
Then asked for forgiveness from the algorithm again
[Verse 2]
A uniform folded in a quiet room
No sponsor code, no sympathetic bloom
But the reckless get a soft-focus crown
And a thousand strangers swear they never let them down
We learned to mourn whoever keeps us watching
To turn a bloodstain into brand-new merch launching
The feed keeps rolling, the pundits divide
And every cheap excuse finds a place to hide
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, when did compassion become selective?
When did the dead need a better perspective?
[Chorus]
This is 2026, and the floor gave way
We cheer for the killers, then look away
A drunk little idol gets tears and a stage
While Marines come home as a headline on a page
If this is justice, why does it taste like ash?
If this is mercy, who gets buried fast?
The world went to shit and we called it a trend
Then asked for forgiveness from the algorithm again
[Bridge]
I won’t clap for the wreckage
I won’t kneel to the spin
You can bleach every headline
But the names stay within
A mother keeps the silence
A family keeps the chair
While strangers crown the careless
And swear that nobody’s there
[Breakdown]
No halo for the cruel
No comfort bought with views
No drowning out the truth
No clean hands in this room
[Final Chorus]
This is 2026, hear the whole thing crack
We built a shrine for monsters and we won’t take it back
A drunk little idol gets tears and a stage
While Marines disappear beneath the noise and rage
If this is justice, let the masks fall flat
If this is mercy, we should answer that
The world went to shit, but the silence was a choice
So I’m naming every wound with a human voice
[Outro]
The calendar turns, but the wound stays open
No more halos for the broken-hearted liars spoken