In the shadowed corners of the web they spin A tangled network, thick with sin Weaving tales from the loom of dread With strands of lies so easily spread Can you discern the truth from the charade? Or will you dance to the masquerade? They feed us fear, they sell us doom In the chaos factory's weaving room Fake news, the propaganda's blade A game of power, cruelly played With each headline, a new beast is born A creature of spite, of the truth forlorn In the screens' glow, we find our fears As the puppeteers pull strings, the truth disappears Do you see the wires that control the play? Or will you let the false prophets lead the way? They peddle panic They trade in fright Undermining the day, glorifying the night Fake news, an empire's stain In the echo chamber's relentless refrain It's a siege of the mind An assault on the facts A barrage of noise where the fiction reacts Stand guard at the gates of your perception's keep Don't let the dealers of deceit sow what they reap In the fervour of falsehood, we're lost, we're tossed In the storm of stories, in the lies embossed But the anchor of awareness will break the curse Of the propaganda's plague, of the universe perverse