We're the ghosts

In the headlines

Faint the whispers

Loud the screams

Point their fingers

As they fabricate

Their sinister dreams

In the shadow of the spotlight

We shoulder all the blame

We're the pawns in their wicked

Sinister high-stakes game

They use our lives, distraction

Keep the masses in a daze

While they're shuffling

The pieces in their cruelest charade

They're twisting truths

Directing fear

To claim they fight for good

But in their eyes our real lives

Are just misunderstood

We are more than their scapegoat

More than just a name

Can't be erased

In their dirty power game

We stand defiant

As the storms rage, wicked cold

United in our truth

Our stories bold, untold