Sea of Propagandists

Verse 1

They flood the shoreline with their plastic‑coated lies,

Selling halos to the villains, painting targets on the wise.

Every broadcast is a sermon from a counterfeit priest,

Preaching fear like gospel while the truth gets deceased.

Chorus

I’m sinking in a sea of propagandists,

Where every wave is a twisted evangelist.

But I won’t drown in their manufactured bliss—

I’ll bite the current, tear through the abyss.

Verse 2

They choreograph panic like a ritual dance,

Hypnotizing every mind with a well‑timed glance.

But I see the wires, the puppets, the script—

The whole damn circus built to keep us gripped.

Bridge

No more swallowing the venom they insist,

No more worshipping the frauds in the mist.

I’ll carve my truth through the fog they persist—

A lighthouse built from every lie I resist.

Chorus

I’m rising from the sea of propagandists,

Breaking waves with a clenched‑fist catalyst.

Let them choke on the chaos they enlist—

I’m the storm they never could dismiss.