Текст песни
Mic check, one two, hear the siren's wail
Another breaking headline, another tragic tale
The news cycle spinning, talking heads all nod
As polished suits ascend the holy sod
Podium high, with chests puffed out and proud
They speak to masses, lost within the crowd
Protect our borders! Safeguard sacred land!
For generations! Hand in mighty hand!
They swear on honor, on values they define
While shadows lengthen, crossing every line
But listen closer, past the grand design
There's an ancient whisper, cutting through the shine
They talk of peace, of freedom's sacred ground
Of future kids, where echoes can be found
But strip the silk, the rhetoric they weave
It's always gold, the resources they conceive
Look back, look close, the pattern never bends
Just follow the money, that's where power sends
Another war starts, another flag unfurled
Same old story, in this modern, twisted world
In this modern, twisted world
From ancient scrolls to digital display
The script's the same, just played a different way
Remember the crusades, in God's eternal name?
Just trade routes shifting, fuel for empire's flame
Or "manifest destiny," cloaked in holy light?
Just land and timber, seized by brutal might
From spice and oil, to silicon and ore
The true objective's always been before
Your very eyes, if you just choose to see
Past flags and anthems, past blind loyalty
They paint the devil, give him a foreign face
While digging diamonds in a sacred place
And young ones answer, with courage in their souls
To fill the coffers, reach corporate goals
They talk of peace, of freedom's sacred ground
Of future kids, where echoes can be found
But strip the silk, the rhetoric they weave
It's always gold, the resources they conceive
Look back, look close, the pattern never bends
Just follow the money, that's where power sends
Another war starts, another flag unfurled
Same old story, in this modern, twisted world
In this modern, twisted world
So put the phone down, dust off history's page
Don't swallow soundbites from a gilded cage
Question motives, every single claim
See through the smokescreen, feel the hidden flame
They want you trusting, numb and unaware
While power brokers carve up futures there
Your mind's a fortress, don't let them invade
The greatest weapon's knowledge, unafraid
The lies get louder as the truth gets low
But open your eyes, and watch the real seeds grow
Yeah, knowledge is power, that's the final truth
Don't let them steal your future, or your youth
From ancient empires, to this modern age
The stage is different, but the players play the same damn game
Money talks, resources shout it loud
While noble lies obscure the hollow shroud
Wake up, look around, before the final fall
Think for yourself, or you might lose it all
Or you might lose it all
Or you might lose it all
