Horrorshow

[Act One: The Holy Screen]

Preachers selling dreams in green
Prayers typed in comment chains
Amen for fame delete the pain
Angels falling for applause
Devils trending, breaking laws
Flashbulbs blind, confession staged
Sin looks pretty when it's paid

We cover blood with glittered hands
Call the chaos master plan
Every mask a masterpiece
Every lie a masterpiece

Lights flash the truth dissolves
We dance while the city burns it all
The crowd screams bravo through the smoke
Welcome to the nightmare we call hope
No curtain falls, no one leaves
Just empty hearts and diamond sleeves

[Act Two: The politician's grin]

Smile so wide it hides the sin
Promises cheap, but the profit's loud
Golden cage for a silent crowd
Act Three: The influencer's prayer
Fake tears, fake sun, fake air
Plastic crown, digital pain
Selling dreams for dopamine rain
Every act, same old theme
Lust for power, chase the gleam
Feed the beast, rewind the tape
Its horror wrapped in cellophane

Spotlight flickers
They all laugh louder
The blood on the floor
Tastes sweeter with power
Curtains drip
The choir hums
No savior left
Just the drums

Lights flash the truth dissolves
We dance while the city burns it all
Fake halos, diamonds, smoke
Welcome to the horror we provoke
No heroes left, no souls to save
Just actors digging their own graves