Yeah. Step into the theater of the absur

Uh. Yeah. Step into the theater of the absurd. Where the script is written in invisible ink. And the actors don't even know they're on stage. Listen close to the frequency. It's not just noise. It's architecture. Building invisible walls inside your skull. Yeah. They engineer the atmosphere of physical coercion Injecting static in the air to normalize perversion This technological controller weaponized transmission Forcing changes in your brain state to manufacture Submission will last Rats in a maze trapped inside a digital cage Where algorithms calculate the metrics of our age The frequencies are physical vibrating through the floor Required destabilization creeping underneath the door They pump the dopamine to fives Keeping you sedated while every organic thought is slowly confiscated You think it just a scream but it a retinue eclipse A modern day lobotomy delivered to your fingertips The human mind is malleable clay upon a spinning wheel They dictate what you notice they dictate how you feel It's a psychological siege, a silent bleeding war Where the casualties are reasoned, washed upon a synthetic shore Welcome to the grand asylum, where the inmates hold the keys But the warden is a phantom that nobody ever sees Dancing on the puppet strings, a marionette show Thinking that we're flying while we're plummeting below Brainwashed, demoralized, drowning in the static The human soul is fracturing, the symptoms are somatic They sell us the illusion, the grandest of deceits That the prisoner has a choice of which poison he eats A rigolette will, but they let you spin the ball Two doors in the slaughterhouse, but it's the same hall You vote for the butcher who smiles the most polite While the shadows in the boardroom are swallowing the light They feed us plastic ideology, synthetic cheap and hollow Poison in the well, so it's easier to swallow Demoralize the shepherds so they emulate the sheep Put a crown upon a fool and tell the genius he should sleep We arguing the colors of the shackles on our feet Marching to the slaughter to a heavily produced meat It domestication of the predator the taming of the wild Treating every grown adult like a highly managed child They strip away the context, rewrite all the history That is disconnected in a sea of manufactured mystery And if you dare to question the narrative they weave They isolate your signal until you're forced to leave I'm digging through the ashes of an empire made of glass Watching the ghosts of true affection slowly walking past We traded in our beaten hearts for a hit of validation A swipe up on the screen to cure our desperate isolation Love is just a metric now, an ancient die-in-art Replaced by cold analytics, calculating every part We search for something real inside our holographic room Planting plastic flowers on a concrete tomb There's no warmth in the circuitry, no fire in the cold Just a couple billion strangers on a dark and lonely road Intimacy weaponized, vulnerabilities exploited Every deep connection systematically avoided We forgot how to hold, we forgot how to build Just staring at the empty cup waiting to be filled By a system that designed to keep us perpetually thirsty Living in a wasteland that shows absolutely no mercy Snap out of the trends Feel the cold air hitting your lungs They can alter the environment, they can flood the receptors Put the spark inside the ghost It's immune to the vectors Peel back the projection Look at the machinery behind the velvet curtain Yeah! you