Lyrics

Hey Feed, we gotta talk — it's way past due
Everywhere I turn, someone's defending you
Never thought cartoons or sitcoms would skew the view
Now families fall apart and morals get removed
But I'm here now — call me Truth Uncensored
They say I'm "crazy," "paranoid," or a misadventure
Every word I drop is truth they try to censor
You pipe the poison in through pretty little presenters
Hey Feed, you frame rebellion like it's freedom and fun
Promote lust, mock the Father, then tell us to run
You glamorize darkness, it's a spiritual con
You made good look bad and sold it to the young
But I'm here now, seeing clear through the static
Pills in the ads, pride in every graphic
Say "follow your heart," but it's sick and erratic
You're a prophet for profit, and I call it satanic

Feed, remember back when
You caught the minds of men
Taught us lies with a grin
Well, now I'm done with you
I don't give a what — calling out the lies cuz now I'm fed up
Hollywood's a cult and the wires are cut
And I don't give a what (Nanananana)
And I don't give a what (Nanananana)

Hey Feed, not shocked that you never reply
Hide behind actors, all-seeing eyes
Act like you're harmless — but you're selling the lies
Every screen's a sermon in a priesthood disguise
But I'm here now, say what you want, I won't shake
You call it "art," I call it ritual in the wake
See the spells in the scenes, and the fake "awake"
You baptized the youth in sin with every take
Hey Feed, you were once just static and sound
Now you script the dreams of every soul around
You worship Mammon and mock the Holy Crown
But I'm flippin' your table and burnin' it down

Feed, remember back when
You caught the minds of men
Taught us lies with a grin
Well, now I'm done with you
I don't give a what — calling out the lies cuz now I'm fed up
Hollywood's a cult and the wires are cut
And I don't give a what (Nanananana)
And I don't give a what (Nanananana)

Whether you hate or cheer, I'm still awake
Cut the cord, dodged the soul-stake
I see the edits and the CGI faith
Had to speak the truth before it's too late
Without the veil torn, I'd be lost too
Trapped in the scroll, recycling your views
You taught me to mock belief, scorn what's true
But now I spit light — and I'm comin' for you

Feed, remember back when
You caught the minds of men
Taught us lies with a grin
Well, now I'm done with you
I don't give a what — calling out the lies cuz now I'm fed up
Hollywood's a cult and the wires are cut
And I don't give a what (Nanananana)
And I don't give a what (Nanananana)