[Intro]
Yeah—
Cracked code, blacked backbone, facts froze
Fast scroll, mass control where the cash goes
Truth gets muted, suited lies get passed though
World on a loop, watch the mask show
[Verse 1]
News feed bleed, every headline dead again
Red ink drip like a needle in the medicine
Truth get edited, repetitive sedative
Fed to the head till the sense turn negative
Scrolling a nightmare, normalized violence
Guided by sirens, divided by silence
Algorithm prison, rhythm of the system
Living in a loop where the villain is the income
Wolves in a wool suit, rules getting bent
Fuel for the feud while the truth get spent
Truth minimized, lies get monetized
Youth hypnotized by suits and designer ties
Tick-tock clocks, every second gets sold
Every breath taxed, every message controlled
Soul getting cold, hope repossessed
Whole planet stressed while they joke at a press
[Pre-Chorus]
Tryna find a pulse in a body gone numb
Every scream go dumb when the money talks loud
We don’t hear truth—we just hear what we’re fed
Billion voices up, but they echo misled
[Chorus]
This world’s gone rotten, core all corroded
Codes get recoded, morals eroded
Souls get sold for a moment of fame
Whole system broke but we loading the blame
Everything burning, we call it progress
Drown in the noise, never process the process
Sick of the show but we stuck in the loop
Whole world falling—still chasing the views
[Verse 2]
Everybody loud but nobody saying a thing
Playing the king with a string on a ring
Cancel then crown ‘em, drown ‘em then praise
Same damn maze with a brand-new glaze
Outrage staged as a daily event
Rage bait trending while the rent ain’t spent
Truth bent, twisted, blade in the spine
Sip on the pain while they pay for the shine
Divide and design every side of the fight
Make a war outta words just to farm up a like
Weaponized text, turn thought to a threat
Break necks for a check, no regret, just debt
Mirror reflection in a different campaign
Different mask, same task, same track, same game
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m crazy—or maybe it’s clear
Maybe the truth is exactly what’s feared
Maybe the silence is louder than screams
Or maybe we lost what it means to be free
[Verse 3]
Pacing a cage made of data and doubt
Every safe route traced then taken out
Truth’s a ghost now, cloaked in the static
Facts get framed just to fit the fanatic
Mass distraction, reaction crafted
People turn fractions, compassion get fractured
Love turned passive, trust turned plastic
Future look tragic—but we scroll right past it
Kids grow cold in a world this numb
Hearts go quiet ‘fore they even begun
Dreams get sold just to keep lights on
Right feels wrong but the fight goes on
So I write like a flare in a blackout zone
If nobody hears, at least it’s known
I’d rather speak truth than be numb and amused
[Outro]
Yeah—signal cut, but the message stays.
Drozalloxx
