2020—masks on, hashtag halos,
Prayin’ through pixels, virtue on payrolls.
Fifteen days stretched into endless screens,
Hope sold in headlines, stitched at the seams.
Prophets profit, sellin’ scripture through a cold screen,
Script flipped quick—puppet hands in the code stream.
Echo chambers boom like a choir of the blind,
Justice on demand, but it’s pay-per-view crime.
Saints get sainted, sinners get syndicated,
Righteousness rented, morality syndicated.
Hashtags for heroes, trends for the tragic,
But silence in the spaces where it’s not cinematic.
Tell me who’s watchin’, who’s really got the vision?
Caveman prophets paintin’ truth with precision.
Saints in disguise, devils in the algorithms,
Revolutions clickbait—who’s winnin’ in the system?
They market the message, slogans for the mindless,
Dress up oppression, sell it as kindness.
Cancel that thought if it don’t fit the format,
Freedom ain’t free when opinions are doormats.
Virtual rage with real-world fatigue,
Outrage on replay, dopamine intrigue.
Echoes of riots, but justice feels rented,
Fame built on fractures, unity invented.
Blindfolds made of pixels, chains forged in code,
History re-rendered, truth overdosed.
They remix the past ‘til the future’s just fiction,
But who’s the magician behind the inscription?
Every scroll’s a sermon, each like is a creed,
Faith in the feed, but starvin’ what we need.
Hindsight 2025, see the smoke clearin’,
Data wars rage, who controls what you’re hearin’?
Revolution live-streamed, battlefields are servers,
Peace behind paywalls, justice in cursors.
Kings with no kingdoms, rulers with no rule,
Ghost in the code—who’s the god? Who’s the fool?
Truth auctioned off to the highest click bidder,
Legacy’s a filter, history’s just Twitter.
Virtue’s a costume stitched in PR threads,
Marchin’ for justice while ignore the dead.
Quarantine dreams, dystopian themes,
Essential just means you fit corporate schemes.
Screens became windows, windows became walls,
Echoes in the silence, nobody hears the calls.
Supply chains broken, hearts outta stock,
But billionaires rocket-launch while cities lock.
Pharma made prophets out of policy scripts,
Mandates, debates, facts do backflips.
Health is political, freedom conditional,
Science sold out, now truth feels fictional.
Stock market surges, humanity sinks,
Livin’ in a timeline that rewrites what you think.
Currency ain’t dollars, it’s attention and rage,
Your value’s in your data, not your minimum wage.
Clout is the crown, followers the throne,
But kings get canceled if they tweet the wrong tone.
Click, swipe, repeat—the loop’s hypnotic,
Truth diluted, facts become exotic.
Digital prophets with analog flaws,
Wolves in Wi-Fi, dressed up in applause.
Echoes of virtue, but the halls are hollow,
Likes chase the moment, hearts never follow.
Faux revolution with a sponsored agenda,
Fame fades fast, but the scars remember.
Look past the pixels, peel back the layers,
Behind every post is a soul in prayers.
Disconnected minds in a hyperlinked space,
Tryin’ to find meaning in a data-driven race.
Grief goes viral, but healing’s offline,
Chasin’ validation in an endless timeline.
We scroll past empathy, double-tap fear,
Truth gets drowned in the algorithm’s ear.
Every screen’s a sermon, curated confessions,
AI apostles, deepfake obsessions.
Scripts get flipped, but the plot stays the same,
They manufacture chaos, then trademark the flames.
Echoes of history, rewritten in reels,
Truth behind paywalls, locked in concealed.
Surveillance the shepherd, society the sheep,
Livestream the struggle, then charge for the peace.
Terms and conditions, chains in disguise,
Fine print prisons where free thought dies.
Clout be the currency, morals on loan,
Justice don’t matter if it don’t trend on phones.
Prayin’ for change, but the prayers feel coded,
Empathy’s hollow when the feed gets bloated.
Reality’s staged, opinions pre-packed,
Truth gets the boot if it don’t fit the act.
Face scan logins, tracking your soul,
Freedom’s a myth when the system’s in control.
They censor the question, curate the debate,
Then sell you the answers, repackaged in hate.
The algorithm’s God, shaping your fate,
Deciding what’s real, what’s love, what’s fake.
Every tap’s a prayer to the digital shrine,
But who’s holdin’ the wires behind the divine?
Flicker of the feed—false prophets in code,
Selling reflections, but truth ain’t been told.
I stepped in the sun, tried showin’ the way,
They laughed in my face, said I’d gone insane.
Question the script and they turn to attack,
Protecting the chains that hold ‘em all back.
I walked through the exit, I breathed in the sky,
But when I returned, you begged for the lie.
Truth ain’t the algorithm, it’s breakin’ the chains,
Freedom ain’t comfort—it cuts through the pain.
So stay if you want, but the sun’s on my face,
I won’t die in the cave when there’s more past this place.