Broken mirror

Blueprints and bruises

Turns out he was right

Echo Chamber

Oppression Olympics

(Verse 1)

You hear a word, you clutch your pearls,

Like truth’s a crime in your fragile world.

You don’t debate, you just declare,

That different thoughts are hate to bear.

You scream “offense!” like it’s a sword,

While silencing what you can’t afford.

You never asked, you never knew,

But now you’re crying—boo-hoo-hoo.

(Chorus)

It’s the trigger parade, roll out the shame,

Point your fingers, play the blame game.

You melt like wax when someone speaks,

But call them “Nazis” every week.

You want a world that’s bubble-wrapped,

Where facts are rude and minds get slapped.

But I won’t bend, I won’t behave—

I’m not marching in your trigger parade.

(Verse 2)

You weaponize your fragile feels,

While truth gets buried under squeals.

You call it “harm,” you call it “hate,”

When someone dares to question fate.

You preach “inclusion,” “safe and kind,”

But blacklist every different mind.

You want control, not dialogue,

Just echo chambers, thick with fog.

(Bridge)

You don’t want freedom, you want a leash,

A world of silence, dressed as peace.

But I’ve got words, and I’ve got spine,

And I won’t trade them for your whine.

(Chorus)

It’s the trigger parade, roll out the shame,

Point your fingers, play the blame game.

You melt like wax when someone speaks,

But call them “Nazis” every week.

You want a world that’s bubble-wrapped,

Where facts are rude and minds get slapped.

But I won’t bend, I won’t behave—

I’m not marching in your trigger parade.

(Outro)

So cry your tears, and clutch your chest,

I’ll keep on speaking—no regrets.

You can cancel, scream, and rave,

But I’m not joining your trigger parade

Turns out he was right

T.R.Y.

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