CUT THAT PART OUT!

The truth will return for those not easily swayed

By what really happened that day

Context can change the meaning you see,

Which is why it's manipulated purposefully

Cutting the part out or off sets the stage

To prevent or antagonize rage

To prevent or antagonize feeling

To prevent or antagonize hearing

To prevent or antagonize death

To prevent or antagonize Seth

To prevent or antagonize fear

To prevent or antagonize tears

To prevent or antagonize doubt

To prevent or antagonize shouts

Now what if sound is added or taken out?

Images can be held back or shown

Intentions can never be known

Intentions can never be proven

Images keep the story line moving

Movie producers craft a view

Videos carve a vision to pursue

Filters create a lens to skew

Sets build a perspective

Scenes crafted subtle and reflective Production sets form the view

Original sound erased

Words actors did or did not say

Certain sounds stripped away

A new track overlays

Guiding the story in its own way

Is this reality or is this just T.V?

Depends on what they want you to see

For the trusting you

For the unsuspecting you

For the believing you

For the ones who never knew

What was placed or left out of view

What was placed or left in view

Your conviction you believed to be true

You actually did not choose

Your decision, they've already made it

When it is being curated

CUT THAT PART OUT!

THE TRUTH YOU SAID IS LOUDER

THAN THE SCREAM OR THE SHOUT

YOU FUCKED UP THE ENTIRE SCENE

WHEN YOU SAID WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN

WE NEED TO OVERRIDE ANY REASONABLE DOUBT!

DON'T LET THEM SEE

DON'T LET THEM HEAR,

WHY WE WERE REALLY THERE

OR THAT YOU WERE REALLY HERE

CUT THE CONTEXT WHERE INTENTIONS ARE CLEAR

MAKE THE PART WHERE WHERE WE ALL LOOK

AS VIOLENT AS WE ARE...DISAPPEAR!

REMOVE THE PART THAT COULD EXPOSE

PUT IT TOGETHER SO THE TRUTH NEVER SHOWS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT PART YOU CAN'T CHANGE?

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE THEN

CREATE EVIDENCE THAT WILL SWAY

LEAVE NO TRACE OF WHAT WE DID TODAY

So long as the scream drowns

Out the noise of the truth that could be found

Of actually what really went down

The scream is visceral isn't it?

The crying shows the terror, doesn’t it?

Created a cognitive dissonance

Between what’s felt and what you have been told

Who is presenting the narrative control?

Who’s screaming out, the liar or the deceived?

Whose voice is lifted and whose is believed?

Who is crying, the victim or the one made to fall?

Whose tears are real, and whose are scripted for us all?

Who’s crying loud, the guilty or the wronged?

But who did they silent all along?

Who sheds the tears, the oppressor or the hurt?

Who hides the truth, and who wears the dirt?

Who’s the one in pain, and who wears the mask?

Whose tears are real, but more importantly

Who is afraid that you will ask?

The words spoken before the film rolls

What did they say of their intention told?

Or the context of how this all would unfold?

Do you even know?

No, you are now immediately sold!

Nor the nuance, the truth that’s cut out

What only remains is the truth they want you to doubt

Spin a story so that other's won't doubt

A version they sell, with no room for doubt

Doubt becomes fact and fact is thrown out

We can question the motive, all we’re left with is doubt

Make such an explosive scene

Reasonable doubt is gone in a flash

They know this, that’s why they strike so rash

Create a storm that’s built to blind

Leaving only the chaos in your mind

Get the papers sealed and signed

But we all know when we hear the truth of the scream

Instinctually we know what it means

That’s why they use it against you

To break your will, to subdue

No matter the stance

For or against

Pornography of fear made at someone's expense

Your words are used and turned against you

They know the buttons to press, to make you spew

A flick of the tongue, they watch you react

Emotion’s the weapon and they know the impact

Your ability to question and see their design

The cameraman’s motive, now erased from your mind

You can't read the angles, the shifts in the view

Or see the control in the image they drew

Even a convenience store camera can show it

The inconvenient truth of the context of how this all unfolded

But they purposefully left it out

And show you a curated of "what was that all about?"

Leave you in the realm of I don't know

So you further believe only what they will show

A neighbor’s lens? They’ll never bestow it

A security feed that loops, so they lie

Erased in the dark so that the truth dies

And behind their malicious intention they hide

So the perpetrator and victim, who is who?

You think they leave it up to you

But they carefully crafted reality persuaded

The lines are blurred, the truth askew

Reality bent so the evidence of the truth purposefully faded

The words say everything there is to say

That's why they removed the ability to know the truth that way The words say all there is to convey

That’s why they silence it, take it away

The words can come to the defense

Of the one who perpetrates the offense

What are you yelling for?

Crunching bones as the tank rolls

Slaughterhouse behind the closed doors

A life debated torn limb from limb

But the vote of murder is who wins

What color is your hair?

Brown

Mine too!

In the gas chamber I will stand next to you

So long as they don't need to see it or hear it Our humanness gone when they choose to delete it

From war to wonder, to life denied

The scissors will snip where truths collide

History repeats when the edits align

The camps were constructed "it’s all benign."

The moon’s descent framed just so

Truth cut to fit the narrative’s flow

Don't matter the age or the time

This is a perpetual loop of the original crime Soundbites crafted to lead or misguide

The full story lost swept to the side

In propaganda the seeds are sown

A tale distorted and now its origins unknown

The loudest voice drowns dissent

Reality bent to serve their intent

In courtrooms justice fades to gray

The facts reshaped in a polished display

The evidence buried the lies take root

While the verdict plays to the persuader's flute

In the classroom history’s redrawn

Heroes invented as their sins are withdrawn

Lessons molded to fit the state

A generation bound by a curated fate

On the airwaves the anchors decide

What parts to air and what parts to hide

The truth a casualty of ratings and fear

While the narrative’s crafted to draw us near

We do this to each other every day and age

Our screens, scrolls, stone tablets, and phones

The truth gets washed away

We show what we want, the filtered view

A perfect image, but none of it true

We hide the mess, the pain, the fight

We build a perspective for all to see

That we are right, and all must agree

They are entitled to nothing when they have shown this path

To commit violence and hide from the aftermath

The truth will not come back for who

Won't admit the violence they put one through

The insidious moves they make to avoid the blame

No accountability with no sense of shame

The truth will return for those who endure

Who face the past with intentions that are pure

The truth will return but not for what they seek

Not for those who refuse to face the meek

The truth will return for those who face

The violence they do not try to erase

The truth will return for those who chose to see

The cost of silence and what it actually means

The truth will return for those who stand

And face the darkness with open hand

The truth will return for those not easily swayed

By what really happened that day