Letras
How did we go from unity to aim?
From marching in rhythm to loading blame?
We preached one love with fists in the air
Now we point that same hand and don't even care
Was that the plan? A digital sleight
Feed us fear till the algorithm bites
Elevate the pain, decorate the sin
Package revolution with a viral grin
Soul food from pixels, despair on repeat
They monetize the ache in our heartbeat
Click, tap, play—who's watching who?
Movement or marketing—what's true?
Every beat that we make, every post that we claim
Feeds a system built to sell our pain
Catchy hooks drown conscious thought
While quiet streams count what truth forgot
Who pays for the plays? Who's ghost in the wires?
We chase the spark, they own the fire
Adorned in trauma dressed as fame
Another fallen name becomes the game
They tell our stories till they bleed dry
Then remix the tears for the next supply
They say we viral. We say we free
But choice is a myth in the code's decree
Threads spin clocks in digital hands—
And grams weigh dreams like contraband
We feast on illusions, call it soul food
But the recipe's twisted, the flavor's skewed
The algorithm hums a familiar hymn—
And the choir's singing from within