[Intro]2019heard a whisperthen it hitlike a brick to the ribs (yeah)[Verse 1]Mask on facebut you see my ragesix feet backstill packed in a cageScreens on firetalking “stay in line”while they count new cashoff the panic riseGrandma on a calldied through glasswe clapped on balconieslet the moment passSmall shops lockedbig chains stayed lit“Essential” badgeson the same old tricks[Pre-Chorus]We were scrubbing our handswhile they scrubbed out the factsEvery chart on the screenfelt like selling a mapto a place we can’t reachbut we still pay taxTell me who really sick?Who really relaxed?[Chorus]From masks to passesprofits and classesWe danced in circlescalling it “safe”Raised our glassesover closed-down marketsPrayed for truthwhile we swallowed the fakeCheck the lines we crossedin the name of “care”Pointing fingersjust to hide our fearFrom masks to passeswe all got testedand failed being humanyear after year (yeah)[Verse 2]“Show your codeif you wanna praise”turned the church front doorto a border gateChoir hummingbut a brother turned away’Cause his arm stayed barewhile the preacher got paidTimeline warover who’s more purekeyboard saintsrunning moral courtsSnitch on your neighborfor a backyard mealthen share a black squareto prove you feelNews sold fearlike a Friday salesame three guestsspinning fresh hard tales“Trust the process”signed CEOstocks to the moonwhile we sink below[Pre-Chorus]We were banging our potson the balconies highwhile a nurse broke downin a bathroom, dryWe were chanting “compliance”like a lullabyNever asked who wrotethe lullaby[Chorus]From masks to passesprofits and classesWe danced in circlescalling it “safe”Raised our glassesover closed-down marketsPrayed for truthwhile we swallowed the fakeCheck the lines we crossedin the name of “care”Pointing fingersjust to hide our fearFrom masks to passeswe all got testedand failed being humanyear after year (woah)[Bridge]War on the screennew banner, same scene“Look over here”while the wards still screamClick, switch topiclike a DJ dropNew flag, new fearold questions blockedI shared that linkI cursed that friendI loved my tribemore than truth in the endYeah I bowed to the rushof the “we, not you”but the mob I fedcame for me too (hey!)Blind in the strobeof the outrage showKept my mask on tightbut my heart on holdIf I’m calling them outgotta call me tooI was sipping that spinlike it tasted true[Chorus]From masks to passesprofits and classesWe danced in circlescalling it “safe”Raised our glassesover closed-down marketsPrayed for truthwhile we swallowed the fakeCheck the lines we crossedin the name of “care”Pointing fingersjust to hide our fearFrom masks to passeswe all got testedand failed being humanyear after year[Outro]Turn the lights back uplet the crowd stand stillIf tomorrow hitswe got time to buildLess shame, more courageless scripts, more will’Cause the dead can’t voteon the next big bill
In 2019 something happened with humanity. We where all struck from an attack we where not prepared for. Nor able to understand.
This is a personal account—an attempt to make sense of a time that felt both surreal and deeply unsettling.It tells the story of a period when society, as I experienced it, seemed overwhelmed by conflicting narratives, misinformation, and fear. Messages spread rapidly across media and institutions, shaping perceptions and influencing behavior in ways that were difficult to question without consequence.I watched as people around me—friends, family, entire communities—began to change. Certainty replaced curiosity. Dialogue gave way to division. Many appeared to lose touch with their own sense of judgment, empathy, and self-awareness, instead aligning themselves with dominant narratives that were repeated across multiple channels.Relationships were strained, sometimes broken. People who once trusted each other found themselves on opposite sides, unable to reconcile their views. It felt as though reality itself had fractured, with different groups holding entirely different versions of what was true.Even institutions that I had once associated with compassion and moral guidance seemed, to me, to shift. I experienced moments where access to spaces of faith and reflection felt conditional in new and unexpected ways. It raised difficult questions about values, leadership, and the balance between individual conscience and collective responsibility.For those of us who tried to remain open-minded and reflective, there was a persistent sense of unease—a feeling that something deeper was happening beneath the surface. It was as if many had embraced a version of reality that felt, to us, incomplete or distorted.This is not just a story about disagreement or uncertainty. It is about the emotional and psychological weight of living through a time when trust eroded, perspectives diverged, and the search for truth became more complex than ever before.
