Broadcast Dream

Lights cut, screens awake
Every truth they twist and fake

They color lies in silver tones
Feed the crowd with borrowed thrones
Every phrase a hidden snare
Every glance says: Don't you dare

Signal burns through my veins
They call it order, I see chains

Shut it down, let the silence roar
Cut the feed, we don't want more
No false light from a dying stream
Tear the mask from their broadcast dream

They track the step, they watch the breath
Promise gold, but deal in theft
Every smile's a coded frame
Every path ends just the same

Signal burns through my veins
They call it order, I see chains

Shut it down, let the silence roar
Cut the feed, we don't want more
No false light from a dying stream
Tear the mask from their broadcast dream

Shut it down, let the silence roar
Cut the feed, we don't want more
No false light from a dying stream
Tear the mask from their broadcast dream

Through the haze, the truth still stands
Out of reach, but in my hands
Through the static, past the glare
We'll break it all and breathe the air

Shut it down, cut the feed, not gone
Cut the feed, we don't want more
No false light from a dying stream
Tear the mask from their broadcast dream

Shut it down, let the silence roar
Cut the feed, we don't want more
No false light from a dying stream
Tear the mask from their broadcast dream