Triangles in the Boardroom

They put the truth in a meme

Laugh at you when you read

Call you “crazy” on the screen

While they write what you believe (yeah)

Closed door meeting on a Monday

Same five faces every runway

Same last names on the front page

Same black cars in the valet

Handshake coded like a cipher

Logos in the glass on the high-rise

Third eye taped by the Wi-Fi

Contract signed in the blue light

Scroll, scroll, swallow what they sell you

Algorithm studying your bedroom

Think it’s random what they tell you?

Every trend feel planned when it hits you

I see triangles in boardrooms, eyes in the sky

Little symbols in the logos, watching me buy

They say, “Relax, it’s a joke,” while they tighten the ties

If it ain’t real, then why it live in their eyes? (why?)

Why the same hands pulling every string that I try to untie?

News talk smooth like a preacher

Reads from a script on a screen

Same three phrases on replay

Same five topics in a week

Follow the money, not the hashtag

Same donors on every campaign

Same plane, same secret name tag

Same island nobody can name

Six-point plan in a briefcase

Red tape wrapped like a gift

They flip fear into rebates

Sell safety with a twist

Who picks heroes in the movies?

Who paints villains that look like you?

Who writes history in schoolbooks?

Who edits every single truth?

I see triangles in boardrooms, eyes in the sky

Little symbols in the logos, watching me buy

They say, “Relax, it’s a joke,” while they tighten the ties

If it ain’t real, then why it live in their eyes? (yeah)

Why the same hands pulling every string that I try to untie?

Maybe I’m lost in the patterns

Maybe it’s all in my mind

But why do they blacklist the questions

Every time, every time? (every time)

If I’m just reading too deeply

Why they shadow-ban the rhyme?

Tell me who’s scared of the daylight

If nothing’s hiding inside

I see triangles in boardrooms, eyes in the sky

Little symbols in the logos, watching me buy

They say, “Relax, it’s a joke,” while they tighten the ties

If it ain’t real, then why it live in their eyes? (hey)

Why the same hands pulling every string that I try to untie?