Post-truth

[Verse 1]
Facts don’t matter no more — it’s emotions that reign,
Truth drowned deep in notification rain,
Everyone’s in their own world, their own design,
Consensus is dead — it’s the age of divide.

Fake news, deepfakes, bots in the threads,
You can’t tell who’s human, who’s code instead,
The noise is a hundred times louder than the tone,
Truth’s somewhere out there — but who’s searching, bro?

Post-factual society — sounds academic and clean,
But it means we just believed the first meme on the screen,
Confirmation bias — we seek what we believe,
Ignore what don’t fit — that’s the trick up our sleeve.

Info-hypes switch every three-hour span,
Yesterday’s outrage? Forgotten, man,
Attention’s the currency, memory’s short,
Goldfish generation — context abort.

[Chorus]
Post-truth — when lies feel better than fact,
When myths are warmer than reality’s act,
We choose the stories that comfort our view,
Objectivity’s dead — nobody listens, it’s through.

[Verse 2]
“Alternative facts” — oxymoron turned norm,
Kellyanne was right — truth’s no longer the form,
It’s a construct, a story, a personal lens,
Everyone builds their own truth — depends.

Media literacy’s gone — who checks the source?
Why, if the headline fits your discourse?
Click, repost — now you’re woke and aware,
Didn’t read the text — but you’re already there.

Experts devalued — everyone’s a pro,
YouTube degree, diploma on show,
Doctors, scientists — what do they know?
I got Google and Telegram — that’s my flow.

Conspiracies bloom like mushrooms in rain,
Flat Earth, QAnon, reptile domain,
Millions believe — ‘cause truth’s too complex,
It’s easier to trust in a grand pretext.

[Chorus]
Post-truth — when lies feel better than fact,
When myths are warmer than reality’s act,
We choose the stories that comfort our view,
Objectivity’s dead — nobody listens, it’s through.

[Verse 3]
Propaganda evolved — subtle and sleek,
No megaphones now, it whispers unique,
Microtargeted lies, tailor-made feeds,
Each gets their truth — designed to their needs.

Politicians don’t lie — they shape what’s real,
Gaslighting the nation — that’s the deal,
What you saw with your eyes — don’t count,
Official sources say — that’s the amount.

And the irony hits — we know this game,
We know they twist us — but still, we remain,
Cynicism won — we trust no one,
But paradox is — the first lie gets it done.

Maybe post-truth’s a defense, not disease,
When reality’s too harsh for the mind’s peace,
It’s easier to live in a soft-made dream,
Than stare in the chaos — raw and extreme.

[Outro]
Truth exists — but it’s rough, not smooth,
Takes effort and thinking — that’s the move,
Easier to believe what you want to hear,
But the price of comfort — is losing the sphere.

Post-truth ain’t the end — it’s a test we face,
Do we chase facts — or drift in space?
Or drown in mirages where all seem right,
Everyone’s “true,” but no one’s in sight.

Info hygiene — literacy of the age,
Check your sources, doubt every page,
That’s the only way to stay afloat,
When truth and lies share the same note.