Get out of my head

Why do the powerful act like they do
Twisting the truth till it sounds like it’s true.
Pulling the strings from behind closed doors,
Selling us their fucking lies, while they’re settling scores.

Smiling for cameras, shaking hands
While building empires on stolen land.
Fueling the fire, feeding the greed
Planting confusion like poisonous seed.

But we see through the smoke and the scripted thread
You don’t get to live rent free in my head.

Get out of my fucking head, I’m done with your games,
Done with the silence, done with the blame.
You play with our futures, you never take fault
Build your kingdoms on pillars of salt.
I’m cutting the cord, I’m breaking the thread,
You don’t control what’s inside my fucking head.

You push and you pull like it’s all a show,
Spin every headline, control the flow.
Promise the people then disappear,
Leaving behind nothing but fear.

You thought we’d stay tangled in what you said,
March like sheep wherever you led.
No more silence, no more pretend,
This is the moment your power will end.

You fed on chaos, thrived on control,
Tried to rewrite the truth of our soul.
But we’re not your puppets, not your disguise,
We see the corruption behind your eyes.

Get out of my fucking head, we’re taking it back,
Reclaiming our voices, exposing the act.
You played with our trust, you buried the truth,
But the fire is rising inside the youth.
We’re breaking the chains, we’re done being misled
You don’t own the thoughts inside our head.

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