Twisted Reality: A Dystopian Tale

In my twisted world, they fire virus from the labs. Plans written in

shadows, orders sent in tabs. Covid is the pretext in this

matrix system. Invisible chains tighten while the rulers play the victim. Paper masks for

billions, scams on every side. A business that keeps growing and

bombs won't make it hide. Breathing corrosed air, feeling locked inside a cell.

While up above, they laugh knowing we can't tell. Shady swabs, numbers blow sky-high.

Positives created in the nightmares of my mind. Cotton sticks in the skull,

hear the settings fall. Now you're sick, echoes deep inside my hall.