Truth

Hey, hey, hey, they cast out the weak, steal time from our days,

But they weave a darker lie in a cold, silent haze.

They twist what we trust, turn tech into chains—

“Now or never,” they whisper, as freedom decays.

They lace every breath, every water, each seed,

Silent burdens surround us, feeding the need.

As we fall to our knees, they feed on our thirst—

Our minds, our hearts, until we are cursed.

They promise a cure from things they encourage, yet in shadows they hide,

Funded by secrets, by whispers and lies.

We chase after beauty, sold bright like the stars—

But decay is the price, and we fall apart.

And why—control is their song, they thrive in our pain—

They bury the truth as we break in their chains.

They plant every lie in the silence they sow—

Till the thirst inside us is all that we know.

And all the while, they bury this truth,

In the open, but we are asleep.

We cry for the Creator, but He feels far—

He tells us the truth, but we hum, and how.