De la grabación Algorithm of Lies

Letras

[Intro]

[clean guitar, low doom chord]
A headline like a hammer—
softly swung, still breaks.

[Verse 1]
They don’t report it, they sculpt it,
They trim the truth to make it fit.
A tragedy turned into theatre,
A wound turned into a click.
They choose the villain, choose the angle,
Choose the fear you’re meant to feel.
And if you don’t bleed on schedule,
They’ll teach you what is “real.”

[Pre-Chorus]

[build, restrained]
They don’t need proof—
They need a pulse.
They don’t need facts—
They need results.

[Chorus]

[power ballad, lift]
News made to hurt—
A weapon dressed as light.
They sell you panic in a paragraph
And call it “being right.”
News made to hurt—
They keep you cracked, not free.
If fear is how they feed the machine,
Then starving it starts with me.

[Verse 2]
A mother’s face on loop for days,
A body count with no names.
A “breaking” banner over silence
While the guilty walk unchanged.
They say “we’re just informing,”
But they aim it like a knife—
Cut the room into enemies
And monetize your life.

[Refrain]

[short, low]
Breathe.
Step back.
Look again.

[Pre-Chorus]

[build]
They don’t control you with one lie—
They do it with a thousand “maybe”s.

[Chorus]

[power ballad, bigger]
News made to hurt—
A weapon dressed as light.
They sell you panic in a paragraph
And call it “being right.”
News made to hurt—
They keep you cracked, not free.
If fear is how they feed the machine,
Then starving it starts with me.

[Bridge]

[drop, voice close]
I miss the days
When we could doubt and still be kind.
Now every question is a crime,
Every pause gets weaponized.
So if you love someone—
Don’t let a screen decide
What you’re allowed to feel,
Who you’re allowed to despise.

[Solo]

[melodic, emotional, restrained]

[Final Chorus]

[full band, controlled range]
News made to hurt—
They’ll call you weak for turning away.
But I won’t let them rent my heart
For outrage every day.
News made to hurt—
I’m done being their screen.
I’ll choose the hard, quiet truth
Over manufactured mean.

[Outro]

[clean guitar, low chord]
Turn down the noise.
Keep your name.
[end song]