Letras
I sit and wonder about the past
History is scripted by the winning caste
Inconvenient truths
Are quickly cast
How much do we really know?
What is true?
Is the sky above us really blue?
Data corrupted
The vision skewed
Pieces are missing, stories incomplete
I see glitches while I walk along the street
A timeline fractured
Turning obsolete
Would you help me with the dig?
Beneath the surface lies something big
We could pull the curtain and expose the jig
If we just continue to dig
We found a box
Hidden in the clay
A form that shouldn't see the light of day
It hums a frequency
That makes heads sway
They said it was rock
They said it was grit
But what emerged makes their world look counterfeit
We keep on digging into the bottomless pit
While I wonder how much they will permit
A light shines down! It blinds our eyes!
Silent black helicopters blocking out the sky!
Men in dark suits materialize
No badge no name just cold disguise
One sentence whispered
A word to the wise
You're in for a surprise
I wake up in my bed
Or is it a cell?
I feel sedated, trapped in a binding spell
Was it a dream?
It's getting hard to tell
I try to move, a painful lingering sting
Trapped in my room where the echo's ring
All is hazy
I can't see a thing
A memory lingers, that alien sing
We got the sting of the forbidden spark
And now I'm left rotting alone in the dark
Endless and cold
They left their mark
Would you help me with the dig?
We might uncover something big
We could expose the entire jig!
It's still down there, listening
It's still down there, listening