Letras

[Intro]
[muted riff, radio static]
“Stay calm.”
“Stay informed.”
“Stay in line.”

[Verse 1]
They don’t kick the door in anymore,
They send a link, they sell a tone.
A gentle voice that says “relax,”
While they carve your world in stone.
They filter rage into polite despair,
They label doubt as “dangerous.”
And make you feel like you’re the threat
For asking what’s behind the bus.

[Pre-Chorus]
[stop-start]
It’s not a gun, it’s a headline.
Not a prison—just a guideline.

[Chorus]
[anthemic, lift]
Manufactured consent—
A quiet yes you never meant.
A thousand hands on one remote,
A million mouths repeating quotes.
They don’t need chains when you defend
Manufactured consent.

[Verse 2]
A “fact-check” wrapped around a lie,
A panel paid to disagree.
They drown the truth in “both sides”
Until it disappears at sea.
Your feed is curated like a courtroom,
Evidence trimmed to fit the case.
They call it “free debate,”
But every word knows its place.

[Refrain]
[short, punchy]
Say it again.
Say it “right.”
Say it loud—
Or lose your life.

[Chorus]
[anthemic]
Manufactured consent—
A quiet yes you never meant.
A thousand hands on one remote,
A million mouths repeating quotes.
They don’t need chains when you defend
Manufactured consent.

[Bridge]
[drop, voice close]
They don’t censor you—
They train you.
They don’t silence you—
They tame you.
They give you a cage
And call it “choice,”
Then sell you back
Your own voice.

[Solo]
[melodic lead, tense]

[Final Chorus]
[biggest]
Manufactured consent—
A quiet yes you never meant.
A thousand hands on one remote,
A million mouths repeating quotes.
You won’t see the bars until the end—
Manufactured consent.

[Outro]
[radio fades]
“Thank you for your cooperation.”