Turn it off

Turn it off… Turn it off… The screen is lying… The screen is lying… You sit there every evening, eyes glued to the glow They feed you fear and fury, and you swallow it slow They tell you who to hate, who to trust, who to fear And you nod like a good boy, year after year But one day you turn it off… The silence hits like thunder… And suddenly the world is clear… You see the strings, you see the plunder… It’s all a fucking stage! Every channel, every face! They own the left, they own the right They own the truth, they own the lie! Alex Jones screams in the night But he’s still breathing, still on mic If he’s alive and has a voice He’s part of the game, he’s their choice! Real truth never gets a platform, never gets a stage Real truth gets a bullet or gets locked in a cage The ones who scream the loudest, the ones you think are free Are useful idiots dancing for the ones you cannot see Stop watching, stop listening, step out of the feed The matrix is the news, and the news is the disease Every headline is a chain, every anchor is a key Turn it off and watch the lies fall to their knees It’s all a fucking stage! Every channel, every face! They own the left, they own the right They own the truth, they own the lie! Alex Jones screams in the night But he’s still breathing, still on mic If he’s alive and has a voice He’s part of the game, he’s their choice! You thought you were awake… Because you watched the “rebels” speak… But the rebels have a script… And the script is very deep… The ones who really know… Are already six feet deep… Turn it off! Turn it off! Break the screen, break the spell! Step outside the matrix now And watch the whole world burn to hell! No more lies, no more chains No more puppets on their strings The truth is quiet, the truth is plain The truth is what the silence brings! [Haunting Outro – 3/4 fade, only piano + distant choir whisper] Turn it off… Turn it off… The screen is lying… And you were dying… Slowly… Slowly…