Reality Charlatan

You wear a mask of static truth

Broadcast lies in a velvet booth

Selling fear like it's salvation

A parasite of revelation

You twist the lens, distort the frame

Rewrite the rules, then shift the blame

But we see through your plastic sermon

You’re just a glitch in the system’s vermin

Reality Charlatan —

Preaching fiction with a holy grin

We spit fire at your altar of spin

Reality Charlatan —

Your kingdom’s built on counterfeit skin

We tear it down from deep within

You dress up chaos in a suit and tie

Feed the masses with a lullaby

But we’re the noise you couldn’t mute

The riot born from poisoned roots

False messiah, media priest

Your gospel’s just a corporate feast

We’re the static in your signal stream

The nightmare in your perfect dream

No more silence, no more shame

We brand your lies with acid flame

Truth’s not dead — it’s underground

And we’re the ones who dig it out

Reality Charlatan —

Your empire cracks with every scream

We’re the ghosts in your machine

Reality Charlatan —

Truth bleeds through your silver screen

We’re the reckoning, raw and obscene