Wildfires burning in the back of my mind
Back to a time
When things were simple by design


Before News was a commodity
Bought and sold on our hopes and fears
The made up threats assaulting our money, family, and modesty


Now we are just scrolling our way to hell
Our heads, better off under the sand
Resistance is a choice that begins within
Holding close, the truths we refuse to sell


All the lies and greed we are forced to see
Are an illusion created
To stoke a corrupt economy


Some say that God is dead
And some say that God is available for a price to pay
All the while our time, we give away


Now we are just scrolling our way to hell
Our heads, better off under the sand
Resistance is a choice that begins within
Holding close, the truths we refuse to sell


Wildfires burning in the back of my mind
Back to a time
When things were simple by design


Although simple was never the case
Generational manipulations
Have always been in place


Forced to choose a side
From transmissions meant to divide
Makes it easy to be exploited when
Blindfolds cover our eyes and dimly lit face

Scrolling our way to Hell