EYE OF THE PROGRAM

They feed us lies like vitamins,

while truth is locked behind paywalls.

Every click’s a cage,

every thought—monitored.

Welcome to the Program.

Woke up glitchin’ in the code, static in my veins,

Every headline’s scripted, even chaos feels the same.

They sellin’ dopamine religion through a handheld screen,

A holy war of pixels—ain’t no prophets, just machines.

They clone your faith, rewrite your sins in algorithms,

Saints replaced by sponsors, the choir’s got encryption.

Every word I say, they trace the waveform's sound,

Freedom got a barcode, guess I’m just another file found.

I see through the eye of the program,

where truth don’t fit the slogan.

Wake up or stay frozen—

your mind’s the battlefield they’re hopin’ to own, man.

I see through the eye of the program,

their lies are golden chains.

They call it progress,

but the soul’s the price you pay.

They patch your thoughts, update your pain,

upload emotion just to drain your brain.

They preach about peace, but they fund both sides,

manufactured outrage televised.

Look close, the glitch is prophecy,

your mirror’s got a frequency.

It’s whisperin’ code like a digital priest,

salvation sold in 1080p.

[Bridge – Spoken/Soft)

Shhh. Don’t talk too loud.

The truth got a kill switch now.

They’ll brand your questions as hate speech,

and your silence as obedience.

I see through the eye of the program,

where truth don’t fit the slogan.

Wake up or stay frozen—

your soul’s the last domain they’re hopin’ to own, man.