Truth in the Maze

Uh, yo, uh. We the crowd in the

maze where the truth gets bent, yeah. Gov building all the walls,

why they call it consent. Uh. Media the middlemen,

selling fear like rent. But the ones who see the gears never bow,

never bent. Nah, the ones who see the gears never bow,

never bent. The government, the architect, blueprint in the scene.

Drafting roles for every soul in the social machine. They the hands on the lever,

silhouette through the smoke. Tugging curtains on the stage where the masses stay