Gaslight Nation

Yeah Stop gaslighting I don’t watch the news All fake, all lies, all fear (The New Age Project) I scroll the feed with a knot in my chest, jaw tight Every headline talks loud, none of it sits right They dress up fear in costumes, sell it as care Tell me calm down while they tug at the snare One channel swears it’s over, the other says run Same day, same people, say we already won I’m standing in the middle, feeling split in two Like my gut’s on mute and my brain’s being sued They call it data, but it’s theater with charts Pick a frame, pick a hero, pick a villain to start I’m not dumb, I can count, I can smell the math When the numbers start dancing, I don’t clap They say “trust us,” say it louder each week Funny how loud talk gets when the claim is weak I wanna breathe without slogans in my ear But every sentence lands loaded with fear I’m not angry at storms or a seasonal flu I’m angry at scripts that pretend they’re new Same playbook, different mask on the screen Same pressure points, same old routine I feel small in the noise, like I’m losing my grip Not on facts, but on how much more I can sit I’m pacing inside my head, counting the cost Of being talked at, talked down, talked across Gaslight Nation — don’t tell me what I saw Gaslight Nation — I know the rules you draw Gaslight Nation — say it till it sounds true Gaslight Nation — I’m not buying you Gaslight Nation — hands off my head Gaslight Nation — I heard what you said Gaslight Nation — talk all you want Gaslight Nation — I don’t respond They slap a scary nickname on a regular day Turn drizzle into doom, roll the cameras and pray Health alert, red alert, panic on cue Then act shocked when nobody knows what to do They want heroes and monsters, easy to sell Cartoons for adults, ring the bell I got kids asking questions I shouldn’t explain ’Cause adults chose clicks over a steady brain I watch polls swing wild like a rigged arcade Ten seats flip-flop based on how it’s portrayed One says crushed, one says landslide win Both smiling proud of the doubt they spin They don’t need to fake it, they tilt the lens Frame the story sharp, then call it trends I don’t feel seen, I feel handled, arranged Like my thoughts are a target they’re trying to change I came up believing words still meant weight That warnings were rare, not served on a plate Now it’s volume over sense, drama on tap And I’m stuck in the middle just feeling trapped I wanna stand tall without yelling back But it’s hard staying calm in a constant attack Not fists, not tanks, not boots in the street It’s the grind of being told you’re incomplete Gaslight Nation — don’t tell me what I saw Gaslight Nation — I know the rules you draw Gaslight Nation — say it till it sounds true Gaslight Nation — I’m not buying you Gaslight Nation — hands off my head Gaslight Nation — I heard what you said Gaslight Nation — talk all you want Gaslight Nation — I don’t respond Rapid headlines ricochet, every channel calibrated Narratives preloaded, angles surgically preselected Polls swing with precision, banners premeditated Fear broadcast in loops till cognition’s saturated Season gets a nickname, every illness got a brand Danger gets merch before the facts ever land Noise over meaning, volume over sense deployed Overheat the gatekeepers till clarity’s destroyed Dodging angles, dodging scripts, dodging tact and intent Dodging guilt trips wrapped up as “we’re trying to prevent” They want motion, reaction, no pause to assess Keep the tempo so high you don’t question the press I’m cutting the feed, trimming what enters my brain Choosing what stays, choosing what’s drained Call it stubborn, call it wild, say I’m hard to explain I call it staying intact in a Gaslight Nation Gaslight Nation — don’t tell me what I saw Gaslight Nation — I know the rules you draw Gaslight Nation — keep saying it’s for me Gaslight Nation — I disagree Gaslight Nation — hands off my head Gaslight Nation — I heard what you said Gaslight Nation — keep the campaign Gaslight Nation — I walk away