Things They Say

They talk like gods behind their screens

Spitting truth wrapped in gasoline

Every word a sharpened blade

Cutting deep in the name of praise

They build their thrones on broken backs

Smile wide while they twist the facts

Things they say—echoes in the void

Meant to shame, meant to destroy

Things they say—never meant to heal

Just noise dressed up as something real

I won’t play, I won’t obey

I’m not defined by things they say

They write their laws in shifting sand

Change the rules with a sleight of hand

Point their fingers, light the fuse

Then act surprised when we refuse

I’ve heard it all, the twisted spin

The holy lies, the plastic grin

But I’ve got fire in my veins

And I won’t drown in their acid rain

Things they say—echoes in the void

Meant to shame, meant to destroy

Things they say—never meant to heal

Just noise dressed up as something real

I won’t play, I won’t obey

I’m not defined by things they say

Let them choke on things they say