Wokery illusion,

In the shadows of the truth, I navigate,

Liar’s whispers weave deceitful fates,

Bastards roam with intentions undefined,

A requiem for all the lies intertwined.

Who’s the master and who’s the pawn?

Refrain :

Wokery illusion, it clouds our minds,

With bad intentions that no one finds,

In the ruins of reason, we silently plea,

For a dawn that is true, can we ever be free?

Desperate followers, they follow the blind,

Chained to the echo of a false design,

Maybe tomorrow, will they break the spell?

Genius is dead, can you hear the farewell?

In your world, who is who, can you tell?

Refrain :

Wokery illusion, it clouds our minds,

With bad intentions that no one finds,

In the ruins of reason, we silently plea,

For a dawn that is true, can we ever be free?

In this melancholic haze, hope fades away,

As we mourn for the truth that we can’t portray.