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Programmed Rage

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Programmed Rage foi lançado em 10 de novembro de 2025 por Venomheart Audio como parte do álbum F.A.F.O.

Detalhes da canção

Data de lançamento10 de novembro de 2025

EditoraVenomheart Audio

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM87

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nocturne

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lori Potter

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nocturne

Mixing Engineer

Letra

You wake up every morning grab your phone before your coffee

Scrollin' through the headlines yeah you're feelin' awful cocky

Got your talking points delivered from a teleprompter feed

You're a soldier in a holy war fulfillin' all their greed

Think you're fightin' for the people but the people think you're cracked

Spitting out opinions from a script that's pre-attacked

Every single story fits the narrative they sold ya

Another angry pawn that the establishment controls yeah

You put a rainbow flag up in your bio next to your pronouns

Convinced that you're a hero in these busted broken down towns

You're parroting the soundbites that the anchors fed you last night

Demanding people get the boot if they don't see your light

For four straight years you screamed about Russia collusion and a spy

It all turned out to be a manufactured, bold-faced lie

But you never stopped to question just moved on to the next rage

Whatever trending hashtag they can fit inside your phase

You live inside a prison that the television built

The bars are made of headlines and the locks are made of guilt

Got a terminal condition a sickness in your soul

Gave the mainstream media complete remote control

You're screamin' at the sky and you're punchin' at the air

Lost in the hysteria but you don't even care

It's a full time occupation this religion that you've found

While the puppet masters pull the strings and never make a sound

You hit the streets in uniform your face a twisted frown

Covered up in black bloc tryna burn the city down

Callin' half the country fascists Nazis, full of hate

While you're the one demanding we create a police state

You want your echo chamber want your safe space and your bubble

'Cause if you hear a different thought your fragile mind sees double

You ain't speaking truth to power you're just screaming what you're told

Another puppet with a picket bought and packaged, then resold

You can't even have a beer with someone from the other side

'Cause your whole identity is tangled up in party pride

There's no debate no conversation just accusation and a shout

If they question your beliefs you gotta kick the bastards out

You burned the bridge to your own brother called your mother names

'Cause she didn't use the proper words in your little language games

You think you're on the side of history a champion of change

But you're just another willful idiot locked inside their cage

You live inside a prison that the television built

The bars are made of headlines and the locks are made of guilt

Got a terminal condition a sickness in your soul

Gave the mainstream media complete remote control

You're screamin' at the sky and you're punchin' at the air

Lost in the hysteria but you don't even care

It's a full-time occupation this religion that you've found

While the puppet masters pull the strings and never make a sound

No logic no reason just emotional reaction

You swapped your brain for hashtags a digital transaction

They feed you fear for breakfast you eat it from their hand

A pundit in a psy-op that you'll never understand

They got you chasing shadows and fighting fake ass wars

While they're countin' all the money behind their locked doors

You can't articulate a single point your argument is sad

You just repeat the programming

Orange man bad!

Orange man bad

You live inside a prison that the television built

The bars are made of headlines and the locks are made of guilt

Got a terminal condition a sickness in your soul

Gave the mainstream media complete remote control

You're screamin' at the sky and you're punchin' at the air

Lost in the hysteria but you don't even care

It's a full-time occupation this religion that you've found

While the puppet masters pull the strings and never make a sound

Complete remote control

Just keep watching the screen

They'll tell you what to be angry about tomorrow

Written by: Lori Potter

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