False Light Trend

**Title: "Illusions of Light"**
**Verse 1**  
Yo, step into the scene where wannabes thrive,  
Claimin’ they’re healers, but barely survive.  
Got their crystals and sage, but where’s the respect?  
Preachin’ love and light, yet they’re a total wreck.  
Wicca in the air, but they don't know the lore,  
Just copy-pastin’ spells like they sprung from the floor.  
Sippin’ herbal tea, thinkin' they’re divine,  
But lost in a haze, chasin’ shadows in line.  
**Chorus**  
These frauds in the hippie, New Age, and Wicca scene,  
Claimin’ magic with a lack of clarity, livin' a dream.  
Shimmerin’ lights, but they can't cast a spell,  
No masters, no bonds, just empty as hell.  
Dancing in circles, lost in a trance,  
Peddling nonsense, thinkin' they got a chance.  
Illusions of light, but they don’t know how,  
Only scratching the surface, can’t feel the crowd.  
**Verse 2**  
Talkin’ ‘bout power, but they can’t even see,  
No coven to back them, just empty debris.  
Delusions of grandeur, just fools in disguise,  
Haunted by childhood, can’t face the goodbyes.  
Wave around wands like they wield ancient spells,  
But their hearts are just echoes of their own personal hells.  
Spinnin’ tales of connection, but their roots all fake,  
Just lost little souls, barely awake.  
**Chorus**  
These frauds in the hippie, New Age, and Wicca scene,  
Claimin’ magic with a lack of clarity, livin' a dream.  
Shimmerin’ lights, but they can't cast a spell,  
No masters, no bonds, just empty as hell.  
Dancing in circles, lost in a trance,  
Peddling nonsense, thinkin' they got a chance.  
Illusions of light, but they don’t know how,  
Only scratching the surface, can’t feel the crowd.  
**Verse 3**  
See, this is hierarchy; this is blood rite, my friend,  
You can’t just declare it; you gotta earn respect in the end.  
Bow to the ancients, the priestesses real,  
Not these fakes draped in glitter, thinkin’ they’ve healed.  
Playin’ at witchcraft, but they don’t know the cost,  
Stumblin’ in shadows, watchin’ their souls get lost.  
Talkin’ ‘bout freedom while they wear chains tight,  
Trapped in their fantasies, losing the fight.  
**Chorus**  
These frauds in the hippie, New Age, and Wicca scene,  
Claimin’ magic with a lack of clarity, livin' a dream.  
Shimmerin’ lights, but they can't cast a spell,  
No masters, no bonds, just empty as hell.  
Dancing in circles, lost in a trance,  
Peddling nonsense, thinkin' they got a chance.  
Illusions of light, but they don’t know how,  
Only scratching the surface, can’t feel the crowd.  
**Outro**  
So wake up, little spirits, it’s time to face facts,  
This wannabe magic is all just an act.  
Real power runs deep in the roots of the real,  
Not in flashy displays or a fake ‘healers’ seal.  
Step back, reflect, don’t let the light blind,  
Find the truth in the shadows, wisdom’s where it's aligned.  
In the world of the lost, don’t get caught in the game,  
‘Cause the path of a witch isn’t one for the tame.  

Rap and hip hop