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PSYOPS (Special Version)

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PSYOPS (Special Version) was released on July 13, 2026 by Ady Records as a part of the album UNKNOWN

Song Details

Release DateJuly 13, 2026

LabelAdy Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM88

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chris Lee Ady

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Lee Ady

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Lee Ady

Producer

Lyrics

They feed ya lies like oxygen, pump it through the screen,

Dress it up in perfect lighting, sell it squeaky clean.

Truth gets strangled, twisted, dipped in gasoline,

Set it off, step back, call the fire "routine."

They turn chaos into headlines just to keep you scared,

Tell you who to hate next, tell you who to spare.

They don't want a population that's awake or aware—

They want eyes wide open but the mind impaired.

Every talking head screaming to control your hands,

They don't argue for truth — they argue for chance.

They pollute the conversation just to split the lands,

And divide you so deep that you lose your stance.

Propaganda —

They twist every word you hear.

Propaganda —

Turn doubt into trained-up fear.

Propaganda —

They profit when your vision blurs.

Propaganda —

And they swear it's "truth"…

But nothing's pure.

They sell outrage cheap, but they buy your peace,

Make the world look hopeless just to hold the leash.

They'll break your faith down while they preach increase,

Then cover up the mess with a brand new piece.

Every "source" got a boss, every boss got a plan,

Every plan got a motive you won't understand.

They distract with a circus, let the real ones stand,

Then they point at the noise so you miss the hand.

There's a war in your head that you didn't enlist,

Every headline aimed straight, every fear they twist.

They got power in confusion; they don't want you to resist—

'Cause a mind that's awake is the first they blacklist.

Propaganda —

They twist every word you hear.

Propaganda —

Turn doubt into trained-up fear.

Propaganda —

They profit when your vision blurs.

Propaganda —

Yeah, they swear it's "truth"…

But nothing's pure.

It's psy-ops —

Spinning what you think you know.

It's psy-ops —

Echo chambers take control.

It's psy-ops —

Feeding panic to your soul.

You ain't losin' your mind…

You're just doin' what you're told.

Break—

Click—switch—

Flip that bitch,

Sell half-truths with a full-mouth grit.

Make you pick sides 'til the room gets split,

Then blame you twice when the fuse gets lit.

I've been crawlin' through the fog tryna see what's real,

But the havoc in this place make the wounds unseal.

Who's pullin' on the strings? Who's turnin' that wheel?

You ain't mad at the truth—

You're mad at the feel.

It's psy-ops —

Spinning what you think you know.

It's psy-ops —

Echo chambers take control.

It's psy-ops —

Feeding panic to your soul.

You ain't losin' your mind…

You're just doin' what you're told.

They want you scared.

They want you numb.

They want you divided.

They want you dumb.

They want you angry.

They want you blind.

They don't need truth…

Just control of your mind.

Written by: Chris Lee Ady

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