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Commodification perpetuates desperation
We just can’t break free
Faulty explanations pushing us to isolation
Distorted all that we can see
When up is down, who’s left to be right?
The darkness keeps me up at night

Protecting ourselves / From lies you sell
And I can’t find / A semblance of truth
These based sentiments / Won’t get us far
When screen time becomes revenue

Sold your soul / To commercials

When a half truth becomes a lie / Who is held accountable?
The pressure here is insurmountable
When falsehoods take on their own lives / We are still responsible
To reject what cannot be logical

Weaponized information breeds this global asphyxiation

Hysteria, your brains being to rot
Decay into the flock that they wanted all along
Hysteria, your brains being to rot
Decay into the flock that they wanted all along

Revolutions are televised and monetized / Sold to our diminished lives
Underneath the guise of betterment / It’s making me so sick