We project our fear, our deepest desire
Onto figures, set their souls on fire
An entity, we make it divine
Believing it holds the key to our mind
The subject supposed to know
We trust and let it show
Blind faith, in the unknown
Who holds the truth?
Who throws the stone?
In a sea of brands, corporate hands
Guide our lives, like shifting sands
We consume, we obey, we don't ask why
Deep thinking fades, as days go by
We're outsourcing our minds
To screens and shiny signs
Influencers, they shine
We follow, fall in line
The subject supposed to know
We trust and let it show
Blind faith, in the unknown
Who holds the truth?
Who throws the stone?
We're outsourcing our minds
We're outsourcing our minds
We're outsourcing our minds
We're outsourcing our minds
But what if we reclaim
Our minds, our thoughts, our names?
No longer just a pawn
In a game that feels so wrong
Discernment is our shield, questioning our guide
Not rejecting, but inspecting, the truth we find inside
Multiple perspectives, a balance we must seek
To understand, to command, the knowledge that we keep
The subject supposed to know
We trust and let it show
Blind faith, in the unknown
Who holds the truth? Who throws the stone?