Question The Nation

[Intro]
Question the nation…
Hallucinate salvation…
Where truth took a vacation…
Bananasutra vibration…

[Verse 1]
Who sold your soul at the discount mall?
Who scrolls your dreams through the data sprawl?
Who doctored your doubt with dopamine drip?
Who coded your faith with a censorship script?

Who profits from panic, post after post?
Who sells your fear for the likes they host?
Who filters your pain till it looks aesthetic?
Who turns your silence into something prophetic?

[Chorus]
Question the nation, hear the narration,
Dystopian salvation, mad fornication.
Bananasutra, peel seducer,
Fruit opener, pulse creator.

[Verse 2]
Who digs ’em dicks of breaking bad news?
Who hid the despair in patriotic hues?
Who cheered the bully, called it divine?
Who whispered “freedom” while drawing the line?

Who buried the poets in bureaucrat dust?
Who trademarked love and privatized trust?
Who voted progress, forgot the soul?
Who took the toll just to play a role?

[Chorus]
Question the nation, denounce corruption,
Peace detonation, fair migration.
Bananasutra, mantra mover,
Dubbed-up Buddha, groove improver.

[Bridge]
Who sleeps sound when the sirens cry?
Who trolls like Felicia’s not nah-bye?
Who scrolls past truth like an ad too long?
Who hums along contempt empire’s song?

Who fears the mirror when the mask comes off?
Who chokes on truth but still loves the cough?
Who trades their soul for a trending thread?
Who blesses the sly just to get ahead?

[Verse 3]
Question the nation that bans reflection,
That censors affection, that edits connection.
Question the nation of pundits prophets,
Algorithm bias in branded lockets.

Question the calm that feels like pain,
The glittering screens that numb the brain.
Question the cage that calls itself free,
Question the nation. Question me.

[Outro]
Bananasutra…
breath of the data-dead,
voice in the static thread…
Sing them awake,
make them shake,
make them question instead.

Question the nation…