Selling You The Image (Flat Earth song)

[Intro]
[Verse]
They’re selling you the image, yeah
They paint the sky and call it home
[Verse 1]
They put a globe on the screen, soft light, silver sheen
Tell you that the story’s fixed, that the picture’s clean
But pictures are just puppets, projected on a stage
Multidimensional planet hidden in a cage
You think the flat debate was born down in the street?
Nah — it’s a mirror show, a trick to steal your heat
Collective consciousness tuned like a radio dial
Woke in the room, but they still write your smile
[Pre-Chorus]
From sepia frames in the dawn of film
To glossy stars and the polished brim
They sell you one angle, keep the rest unseen
While you trade your wonder for the silver screen
[Chorus]
They’re selling you the image of the Earth, come on
Shaping what you see from the dusk to dawn
Round or flat, it’s all a script in their song
But the real world’s bigger — feel it, don’t look wrong
What if thought can turn the tree into a stone?
What if reality listens when you speak in your own tone?
They’re selling you the image — but the power’s in your bone
Wake up the world inside you, claim your home
[Verse 2]
Back when the reels were rolling, they dropped the globe like candy
Before the rockets whispered, they were already handy
1920s postcards with the planet in a smile
But who drew that map sitting on a lonely file?
They film the ice like theater, Antarctica on cue
A Mandalorian horizon, pixels posing true
Don’t be fooled by CGI when your mind’s the true tool
You can bend the frame, you can break the rule
[Pre-Chorus]
They taught you to look through the window of their make
To paint your dreams for sale and call it what’s at stake
But inside your silence is a universe untamed
A seed of shape-shift magic waiting to be named
[Chorus]
They’re selling you the image of the Earth, come on
Shaping what you see from the dusk to dawn
Round or flat, it’s all a script in their song
But the real world’s bigger — feel it, don’t look wrong
What if thought can turn the tree into a stone?
What if reality listens when you speak in your own tone?
They’re selling you the image — but the power’s in your bone
Wake up the world inside you, claim your home
[Bridge — spoken over building beat]
Close your eyes — don’t buy the picture, build the picture
Don’t let their lenses tell you where your truth should sit, ya
Turn the channel off, breathe the world you want to live in
Change a leaf to lantern, change a doubt into a hymn
It’s not about denying the film — it’s about making new frames
If we can imagine it, we can call it by its nameThey’ll keep selling the image till the curtain falls
But there’s a planet humming under every wall
Multidimensional heartbeat, waiting to be shown
They’re selling you the image — don’t forget your own.