Marching’ in place, eyes locked on the screen, truth’s been buried where the clicks have been.

Taught not to think, just to memorize lies, while the empire burns in a corporate disguise.

Leaders preach peace with a bomb in hand, Rob the poor, torch another land.

Food full of poison, taps run dry, and we line up proud just to comply.

This ain’t freedom  it’s the leash in gold, chains on the young, lies for the old. You call this peace? It’s a graveyard deal, they stole the soul  we forgot to feel. Disunited, and proud to kneel land of the leashed Is any of it real?

Woke in the brain, but asleep in the spine, raced into rage, every headline a mine.

Preachers of virtue sell filth in disguise, while plastic idols feed televised lies.

This ain’t freedom  it’s the leash in gold, chains on the young, lies for the old. You call this peace? It’s a graveyard deal, they stole the soul  we forgot to feel. Disunited, and proud to kneel. Land of the leashed. Is any of it real?

We traded courage for comfort conviction for convenience. And now we’re just ghosts in a marketplace screaming for meaning into the void