Optics Of Cruelty (DEFY)

[Verse 1]
Do you light the stage with pain?
Do you script the bloodstains?
Policies dressed up as art,
Is that pride… or just a part?

[Verse 2]
Is your barrel pointed well?
Do you feel divine as people yell?
Is your silence sleek and smooth,
Like the lies you make look true?

[Chorus]
Is it policy… or performance art?
Dead kids make a striking chart.
You polished boots to match the scene,
Who needs gas when you’ve got a screen?
Cruelty’s the point, admit it,
You choreographed every minute.

[Verse 3]
Does the pain make you feel tall?
Do you flirt with fascist calls?
You don’t stumble… this was built.
Goebbels would applaud your guilt.

[Bridge]
Zionist or Nazi cap,
Doesn’t matter when it’s a trap.
Only difference in the fight?
Where the barrel’s aimed tonight?

[Chorus]
Is it optics, or is it truth?
Do you need the proof in youth?
Is this theater, is this real,
Or just how you love to feel?

[Outro]
You don’t lead, you puppeteer.
And I see the strings real clear.