The world is no fairy tale

[Verse 1]
Unseen by the crowds, I crafted my disguise,
Pleasing them all — yet it nearly caught me by surprise.
I realized I don’t fit — mind clouded, senses numb,
Can’t see past my nose, though everything’s “perfect.”
Wake up!

Escapism gave me a refuge, full of dead apathy,
In grayscale crowds, the real world never felt like home to me.
Treading worn-out paths—from philanthropist to misanthrope,
In back alleys and gangs, I’m invisible to the mob.

Stereotypes — to hell with them! We’re supposedly free,
But in reality, worthless — this system’s for the weak.
A new world order whispered from the West,
Even absurd ideas find their faithful flock here at best.

Every morning I wake — no breakfast in sight,
Turn on the TV — and propaganda fills me alight.
Those who dare stand up to the system meet brutal fate,
Truth’s drowned in blood… tell me now, am I wrong? Damn fate!

[Chorus]
I watched the world through a blindfold — I was bound.
Don’t flash me your eyes — this world isn’t a fairytale, I’ve found.
Your shady natures — I see right through them,
That’s why I stay detached — even biased,
Because I owe nothing.

[Intro]
Fifteen years later — I’m back.

To say what was left unsaid.
To finish what was left undone.

So much bullshit went down in those fifteen years…

You think I’ve changed?

Fuck that.

[Verse 2]
I learned to be silent — like Socrates before the hemlock,
Truth cuts sharper than any knife — I'll shut you down with my talk.
To the system you’re Neo—just one variable in their equation,
Don’t swallow the pill — you stay under their domination.

Their “freedom” is illusion—like Orwell’s state of ’84,
Every step watched, and lies have become the law.
Like in Truman Show, the producers streak your breakfast,
And backstage, sins are committed — no hint of conscience.

Their ideals are like gold in a corpse’s mouth,
Gleaming but cold—empty; no warmth to speak of.
You’re either servant to algorithms—or you post from the shadows,
Like in Gilliam’s Brazil — lost in paperwork, swallowed by those meadows.

They want you quiet — like Galileo before the Inquisition,
But even if I burn for it, I’ll remain truth, not contrition.
You may never understand—truth matters more than likes,
I chose the path through thorns, not scrolling feeds at night.

[Chorus]
I watched the world through a blindfold — I was bound.
Don’t flash me your eyes — this world isn’t a fairytale, I’ve found.
Your shady natures — I see right through them,
That’s why I stay detached — even biased,
Because I owe nothing.

[Verse 3]
I’m no Marvel hero — don’t save Gotham’s fate,
More like the Joker without a mask — didn’t fit in their parade.
Life’s Master and Margarita: Woland runs the play,
And anyone who seeks the light eventually walks through the flames that day.

Their democracy’s a theater with empty chairs in lines,
Capital’s the director, actors shameless in design.
You’re either in their script—or you burn in a draft,
Like 451 Fahrenheit — books in flame, words by craft.

Their dreams—like lottery tickets without a number,
They promise jackpots but deliver dust in your slumber.
I’m like Diogenes in this bright city’s crowd,
Searching for truth in faces, while all eyes stare screens loud.

They fear true freedom — as Pilate feared the reply,
Easier to crucify dissent than to question the lie.
I stopped shouting — I’m silent, and that’s my stand:
In an era for loud faces, silence speaks across the land.

[Chorus]
I watched the world through a blindfold — I was bound.
Don’t flash me your eyes — this world isn’t a fairytale, I’ve found.
Your shady natures — I see right through them,
That’s why I stay detached — even biased,
Because I owe nothing.