We tuned in for the weather—now it’s all apocalypse and flame,
With anchors smirking over corpses, calling blood by softer names.
Feed me fear in pretty packages, splice a riot into reels,
Turn my neighbor to a monster with a thousand subtle feels.
The news is just a weapon now, cocked and loaded, sold in clips,
Every truth is disassembled, truth itself torn into strips.
Clicks replace convictions, headlines scream like slamming doors,
There’s no truth, just teams and chaos—pick a side and prep for war.
Don’t you dare say both sides lying—choose your cage and paint it red,
One man’s facts are just a rumor in the algorithm’s head.
Every thread a battlefield, every post a sharpened blade,
The calm are drowned beneath the rage the platform’s engineers have made.
Bots in mobs, accounts on fire, paid to keep the world unwell,
Watch the platforms twist a playground to a screaming carousel.
Grandma thinks she’s got the answer, but it came from some AI,
Who stitched a headline out of madness, then sold fear as apple pie.
Burn the feed and break the signal,
Choke the lie that sells the fight.
Every echo is a weapon
That keeps screaming through the night.
We don’t talk—we trade in slogans,
Truth’s a ghost that won’t return,
And we’re dancing on the embers
While the whole damn planet burns.
Fuck your balance, fuck your sponsors, fuck your calm debate on lies,
While the poor eat propaganda just to numb their aching eyes.
They sold reason to the highest bidder, buried trust beneath the scroll,
We ain’t citizens—we’re markets, just a metric, just a toll.
Screens are cracked but still they glow, like altars lit to false beliefs,
And we kneel before the chaos like it’s gospel, sharp with grief.
Truth ain’t welcome here—it’s ancient, rusted, mocked and left behind,
While the new gods pump out headlines for the faithless and the blind.
We don’t gather ’round the table—we just swipe and mutter hate,
Craving one more little outrage to define and dominate.
Every whisper is a trigger, every thought a battlefield,
And the loudest lie goes viral while the quiet truth gets killed.
No more signals, no more silence,
Just the ash of what we knew.
Burned the bridges, burned the questions,
Now the lie becomes the truth.