Slit

Look... if you had... one vote, one opportunity...
To change a nation, or just watch it tear itself apart...
Would you take it? Or just let the screen rot your brain?
Check it.
Yo, the static on the screen is gettin’ louder than the truth is
We’re stuck inside a loop where the logic is all ruthless
Blue vs Green, it’s a duelling machine
A partisan guillotine, choppin’ up the middle scene
Look at the uncles in the park, spittin’ venom at the dark
Ignitin’ a spark from a comment, now the family is stark
Divided at the dinner table, rice is cold, the cable’s stable
Feedin’ you a fable, labelin’ your brother “incapable”
Because his flag’s a different shade? We’re livin’ in a cage
Built by old men on a stage, fueled by historical rage
They sell you “Freedom” or they sell you “Peace” but it’s a lease
And the interest rate is hate, watch the unity cease.
We’re lost in the Blue-Green fever, everybody’s a believer
In a lie that’s a deceiver, pull the wool, pull the lever
One island, two sides, same blood, different tides
While the puppet masters laugh, takin’ us for rides
Yeah, the gap is gettin’ wider, look at the insider
Spinning webs like a spider, nation’s soul is the divider.
They got you scrollin’ through the feed, plantin’ every little seed
Of doubt, until you bleed, satisfying their greed
“Traitor!” “Sell-out!”—the labels fly like bullets
They treat the voters like a flock, just a bunch of pullets
Is it 1947 or is it 2024?
Doesn’t matter the year, they’re still knockin’ on the door
Of your trauma, drama, keepin’ you in a coma
The stench of the division is a permanent aroma
They debate in the chamber, but it’s just a masquerade
Throwin’ chairs, throwin’ punches, while the future’s delayed
The youth are lookin’ up, askin’ “Where do we fit in?”
While the fossils at the top keep the script already written.
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m Slim, maybe the lights are dim
But I see a sinking ship and we’re all tryin’ to swim
Against each other, instead of towards the shore
Who are we fighting for? Is it a party or a war?
They want you blind, they want you deaf, they want you scared
Keep the population polarized and mentally impaired
But look around, the high-rises are high, the wages are low
The politicians talk fast, but the progress is slow
So keep your flags, keep your colors, keep the shouting
I’ll be the one in the corner, quiet, and doubting
Because until the Blue meets the Green in a shade of grey
This island’s just a tragedy on a loop, every day.(Sound of static fading out)
Yeah.
Same story, different election