Lyrics

Heavy, distorted bassline drops with a hard-hitting drum break. A lone, melancholic piano chord hangs in the air before a gritty guitar riff kicks in.)
(Verse 1). A controlled state? Peep the definition precise: Where freedom's a whisper, choked by their vice. Invisible fences, built brick by deceit, Minds in formation, marching to their beat. From the cradle they mold us, the lessons instilled, Questioning the narrative? Your spirit is chilled. Subtle suggestions, the media's sway, Eroding your will with each passing day.
(Chorus - Drums hit harder, bass rumbles deeper, guitar wails with a dark, sustained note. Piano chords become more urgent.) This ain't accident, this the architect's plan, To keep us divided, a grain in their hand. Brainwashed and branded, a digital chain, Lost in the echo, again and again. Feel the weight of the history, the choices we made, Blindly accepted the roles that they played. Now the walls are closing, the air getting thin, Trapped in the system where nobody wins.
(Verse 2) Remember the whispers, the warnings ignored? The slow creep of power, the masses adored The strongman's illusion, the promise of ease, Trading true liberty for comfort and peace. We swallowed the stories, the patriotic pride, While the threads of our freedom were slowly untied. The digital shackles, they fit like a glove, Tracking your movements, controlling your love. Algorithms decide what you see and you hear, Planting the seeds of both hatred and fear. From ancient empires to nations that fell, The pattern repeats, can't you hear the death knell? Complacency's poison, it seeps in the soul, Leaving us hollow, beyond our control.
(Chorus - Drums become more complex, bass vibrates intensely, guitar riff becomes more aggressive. Piano chords build in intensity.) This ain't accident, this the architect's plan, To keep us divided, a grain in their hand. Brainwashed and branded, a digital chain, Lost in the echo, again and again. Feel the weight of the history, the choices we made, Blindly accepted the roles that they played. Now the walls are closing, the air getting thin, Trapped in the system where nobody wins.
(Bridge - Piano takes center stage with a dark, melodic solo, layered with a subtle, echoing guitar line. Drums and bass drop out briefly, then build slowly.) The fight ain't over, the embers still glow, But the truth is a weapon they don't want you to know.
(Final Chorus - Drums explode with heavy impact, bass hits with seismic force, guitar screams a distorted melody. Piano chords crash with finality.) This ain't accident, this the architect's plan, To keep us divided, a grain in their hand. Brainwashed and branded, a digital chain, Lost in the echo, again and again. Feel the weight of the history, the choices we made, Blindly accepted the roles that they played. Now the walls are closing, the air getting thin, Trapped in the system where nobody
(Outro - The heavy bassline and drums fade out slowly, leaving only the lingering, distorted