De la grabación Algorithm of Lies
Letras
[Intro]
[hook]
A hand in the spotlight—
A fist behind the curtain.
[Verse 1]
He waves like a hero, rehearsed and clean,
Says “my people” like it’s part of the set.
Every promise polished for the evening feed,
Every answer dodging debt.
He doesn’t speak—he’s being spoken through,
A mouth for hire in a tailored suit.
And when the cameras catch him “leading,”
You can see the strings if you look.
[Pre-Chorus]
[build]
They wrote the speech, they chose the tears,
They sold the hope, they profited off fear.
[Chorus]
[anthemic]
The puppet presidency—
Smiling while the city bleeds.
Hands shake, pens sign,
While the real men count receipts.
He stands for nothing, but he kneels on cue—
The puppet presidency,
And the strings are you.
[Verse 2]
A crisis hits—he calls it “necessary,”
A raid gets framed as “keeping peace.”
They roll a flag across the headline
To hide another crooked lease.
Veterans in photo ops, then left behind,
Families priced out of their own street.
He says “freedom” with a straight face,
While he’s deleting what we see.
[Pre-Chorus]
[build]
Truth gets buried under “national pride,”
And every lie comes pre-approved and certified.
[Chorus]
[anthemic]
The puppet presidency—
Smiling while the city bleeds.
Hands shake, pens sign,
While the real men count receipts.
He stands for nothing, but he kneels on cue—
The puppet presidency,
And the strings are you.
[Breakdown]
[half-time, heavy]
Contracts in the dark.
Votes in the light.
You call it “choice”—
They call it “right.”
[Bridge]
[voice close]
He isn’t the monster.
He’s just the mask.
The monster is the room
Where deals get passed.
So don’t get lost
In the face on the screen—
Follow the money.
Cut the string.
[Solo]
[melodic lead, sharp bends]
[Final Chorus]
[biggest]
The puppet presidency—
Smiling while the city bleeds.
Hands shake, pens sign,
While the real men count receipts.
He stands for nothing, but he kneels on cue—
The puppet presidency,
And the strings are you.
[Outro]
[riff fades]
New face, same hands.
Same script, same plans.
[End song]
