Flickering screens, whispers in your ear
Telling you what to think, telling you what to fear
Is it truth you're seeking, or just a comforting lie?
When every voice is shouting, can you hear yourself cry?
They paint their narratives, vivid colors, bold and bright
Distracting you from the darkness, blinding you to what's right
Can you feel the ground shifting, the foundation starting to crack?
When perception is reality, there's no turning back
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
They offer you scapegoats, convenient targets for blame
Distracting you from the real issues, playing their manipulative game
Is it justice they deliver, or just a carefully crafted illusion?
When they point the finger elsewhere, are they seeking a real solution?
They carve their narratives, etching them deep within our minds
Distorting our perceptions, leaving reality far behind
Can you feel the weight of their words, crushing down on your chest?
When dissent is silenced, who will stand up for the rest?
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
They build their narratives, towering structures meant to confine
Trapping you in their version of truth, leaving your own behind
Can you feel the walls closing in, the air growing thin and stale?
When they control the narrative, who will tell the real tale?
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late.
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Death Of Democracy - Propaganda Lyrics
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English
Flickering screens, whispers in your ear
Telling you what to think, telling you what to fear
Is it truth you're seeking, or just a comforting lie?
When every voice is shouting, can you hear yourself cry?
They paint their narratives, vivid colors, bold and bright
Distracting you from the darkness, blinding you to what's right
Can you feel the ground shifting, the foundation starting to crack?
When perception is reality, there's no turning back
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
They offer you scapegoats, convenient targets for blame
Distracting you from the real issues, playing their manipulative game
Is it justice they deliver, or just a carefully crafted illusion?
When they point the finger elsewhere, are they seeking a real solution?
They carve their narratives, etching them deep within our minds
Distorting our perceptions, leaving reality far behind
Can you feel the weight of their words, crushing down on your chest?
When dissent is silenced, who will stand up for the rest?
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
They build their narratives, towering structures meant to confine
Trapping you in their version of truth, leaving your own behind
Can you feel the walls closing in, the air growing thin and stale?
When they control the narrative, who will tell the real tale?
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late.
Telling you what to think, telling you what to fear
Is it truth you're seeking, or just a comforting lie?
When every voice is shouting, can you hear yourself cry?
They paint their narratives, vivid colors, bold and bright
Distracting you from the darkness, blinding you to what's right
Can you feel the ground shifting, the foundation starting to crack?
When perception is reality, there's no turning back
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
They offer you scapegoats, convenient targets for blame
Distracting you from the real issues, playing their manipulative game
Is it justice they deliver, or just a carefully crafted illusion?
When they point the finger elsewhere, are they seeking a real solution?
They carve their narratives, etching them deep within our minds
Distorting our perceptions, leaving reality far behind
Can you feel the weight of their words, crushing down on your chest?
When dissent is silenced, who will stand up for the rest?
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
They build their narratives, towering structures meant to confine
Trapping you in their version of truth, leaving your own behind
Can you feel the walls closing in, the air growing thin and stale?
When they control the narrative, who will tell the real tale?
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late
This is the age of propaganda, where words are weapons of war
Twisting facts into fiction, demanding you settle the score
But who's the enemy, hiding behind the smoke and the haze?
Open your eyes, my friend, before it's too late.
Writer: Hayden Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid