Prompt / Lyrics
[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.
Tags
Dark piano, heavy 808s, sharp snares, eerie choir, glitch FX, rapid hi-hats, aggressive mood
Duration
2:36
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026