[Verse 1] Verified icons dub jesters, metrics posing as proof Touch-lit tablets glow, fingers sanction the truth Scroll drift, whole myths knit quick in the loop Where a headline hawk halos then exchange for views Notifications spark panic, small signals swell loud Tailored sleeves draft spins, fine stitching gets proud Plain speech for a beat just to anchor the ground Then I dive back beneath where the truth don't mess around A lens lease a memory, crop graft the field Pixel jurors convene while the witness get peeled I seen rumors sprout limbs, then the limbs start to lead Now the march look organic though it started as seed A mouth move a multitude and tilt the room’s mood Charlatans sell lies, let the screams hide the truth Then it hush to a murmur, let the undercurrent move Low hum in the rafters while the doubt take root [Chorus] Lies break the mold, I can’t trust what I’m seeing Every sound feel solid but it shift every evening Say it like it’s truth till it ring through the ceiling Now I’m lost in the sound, I don’t know what I’m feeling Hold me where the truth cut clean at the source Every face look right but it feel out of course If it’s real let it stay, let it cut to the core I just need something true I can finally be sure [Verse 2] Face, tok to the gram, each step a scar Tube flicks tweets, little gestures go far Cloud vault memory, but it salts what you are So the past taste altered when you open the jar A mic steer a movement, then steer me off course Oak desk decree, let the timber talk force Clipped frame canonize, shear context to corpse Then a clean couple bars just to recalibrate course No garnish Just a thought in a jar If a chant loop long, does it harden to law Back to the tangle Where the chatter get wrangled Ventriloquist code make a phantom feel tangible Keys conjure crowds, every tap map a stance Stream seem fluid but it dammed in advance I shear through the slurry, cut assumption and chance Then break from the braid just to rupture the trance I don’t trust the applause when the room rigs the sound Ink smother breath when the print press it down Some lines stay simple just to level the ground Then I weave double meanings when I circle around [Chorus] Lies break the mold, I can’t trust what I’m seeing Every sound feel solid but it shift every evening Say it like it’s truth till it ring through the ceiling Now I’m lost in the sound, I don’t know what I’m feeling Hold me where the truth cut clean at the source Every face look right but it feel out of course If it’s real let it stay, let it cut to the core I just need something true I can finally be sure [Bridge] Strip all the layers, let the silence speak No titles, no angles, nothing dressed to deceive Trace every signal back to what it might be If it fades in the dark, was it ever that deep [Chorus] Lies break the mold, I can’t trust what I’m seeing Every sound feel solid but it shift every evening Say it like it’s truth till it ring through the ceiling Now I’m lost in the sound, I don’t know what I’m feeling Hold me where the truth cut clean at the source Every face look right but it feel out of course If it’s real let it stay, let it cut to the core I just need something true I can finally be sure [Outro] Less glitter, more grit in the seam of the stream Less theater, more tether to whatever is seen If a fragment pose whole, I disassemble the dream Tryna trace a heartbeat through the circuits between