[Act One: The Holy Screen] Preachers selling dreams in green Prayers typed in comment chains Amen for fame delete the pain Angels falling for applause Devils trending, breaking laws Flashbulbs blind, confession staged Sin looks pretty when it's paid We cover blood with glittered hands Call the chaos master plan Every mask a masterpiece Every lie a masterpiece Lights flash the truth dissolves We dance while the city burns it all The crowd screams bravo through the smoke Welcome to the nightmare we call hope No curtain falls, no one leaves Just empty hearts and diamond sleeves [Act Two: The politician's grin] Smile so wide it hides the sin Promises cheap, but the profit's loud Golden cage for a silent crowd Act Three: The influencer's prayer Fake tears, fake sun, fake air Plastic crown, digital pain Selling dreams for dopamine rain Every act, same old theme Lust for power, chase the gleam Feed the beast, rewind the tape Its horror wrapped in cellophane Spotlight flickers They all laugh louder The blood on the floor Tastes sweeter with power Curtains drip The choir hums No savior left Just the drums Lights flash the truth dissolves We dance while the city burns it all Fake halos, diamonds, smoke Welcome to the horror we provoke No heroes left, no souls to save Just actors digging their own graves