The Furious Monks - The Means of Deceit

The Means of Deceit

They shout that they would chain my thoughts
If I refused to heed the lie
They claim I couldn't see the plot
Said my truth was just too sly

They're the cunning puppeteers
In society's grand scheme

They weave a web of shadows thick
Broadcast the deceit so slick

Blindfolds tight, they draw the lines
Narratives they stitch in time

Resist, unmask the grand charade
Their tricks won't lead us to the grave

Voices echo from the screen
In the theatre of the blind

Telling tales that they contrive
Wolves in suits sell their disguise

Power brokers cast their nets
Spinning webs with silken ties

In the halls, they're spinning tales, cold denials in the air
Tug the strings, the masses yield, but we're awake, fully aware

Painted news, a hollow show, don't swallow the bait they sow
Question marks are fuel for thought, can't box us in, we won't be caught

Wake up, rise, the time is now
Their stage is fake, we disavow

Eyes wide open, seeing past their guise
Their empty promises, nothing but lies

We stand together, we won't comply
Riding the storm, our heads held high

Spinning narratives to control the herd
But we're the lions, won’t be deterred

Illusions crafted, a world they paint
Subtle whispers, their restraint
Corporate magnets pull the strings
Watch their circus, as liberty rings

Echo chamber, a closed loop sound
Crafted fear meant to astound
Mind's eye open, see the thread
Unveiling truths they've long since shed

Don't digest the script they read
Against their tide, we'll forcefully tread
Media moguls, they play their part
In the art of swaying the heart