Sound Bit Idea 4

(Chorus)
Check the backdrops, it’s all a staged play,
Every headline’s scripted, every news is fake.
Politicians, actors, all part of the same game,
While we’re all slaves livin' in shame.

(Verse 1)
Welcome to the circus, where clowns run things,
Political signs, a show of false promises.
Lights flash, media’s trash, puppets on strings,
Corporate demons in suits, peasants actin' like kings.

Bankers stack cash while the masses get played,
Wars erupt, but peace is just a charade.
Bullshit headlines, propaganda so dense,
Feeding us lies with fake-ass pretense.

(Chorus)
Check the backdrops, it’s all a staged play,
Every headline’s scripted, every news is fake.
Politicians, actors, all part of the same game,
While we’re all slaves livin' in shame.

(Verse 2)
Politicians grinning, grifting on our dime,
Selling us illusions, committing war crimes.
Cameras flash, they’re the stars of the farce,
Selling out their souls, leaving us in the dark.

Big banks profit while we struggle to pay,
They’re laughing in shadows, it’s a game they play.
Media’s a joke, injecting poison in the brain,
But we lap it up, soakin' in their disdain.

(Chorus)
Check the backdrops, it’s all a staged play,
Every headline’s scripted, every news is fake.
Politicians, actors, all part of the same game,
While we’re all slaves livin' in shame.

(Bridge)
Wake up, can’t you see the scheme?
The world’s a stage, scripted behind the scene.
Signs everywhere, but you’re too damn blind,
Chasing dreams while they rob your mind.

(Verse 3)
Hollow promises, the system’s a scam,
Smoke and mirrors, the truth’s a sham.
War drums beat while the rich grow fat,
Soldiers on the front, and the leaders just chat.

Corporate puppets dance, while the public sleeps,
Hiding the signs, in the chaos they creep.
Fucked-up system, and we’re caught in the grind,
Blinded by the theater, can’t you see the signs?

(Chorus)
Check the backdrops, it’s all a staged play,
Every headline’s scripted, every news is fake.
Politicians, actors, all part of the same game,
While we’re all slaves livin' in shame.

(Outro)
Political signs, it’s a twisted charade,
Every move, every play is a raid.
Rise from the haze, take back what’s ours,
See through the theater, leave them tarred.

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