APORIA (The Walled Garden)
by CmF
Lyrics
[INTRO]
(Beat fades in: A cold, skeletal piano riff. The faint sound of a police radio crackles over a heavy, distorted 808 slide)
(Spoken Word - Atmospheric Echo):
"A human being is a part of the whole... limited in time and space.
He experiences himself as something separated.
An optical delusion of his consciousness.
Open your eyes. Realise your size.
The boundaries are lies."
[VERSE 1: The Belmont Line]
Look. Entering the scene with the blue lights flashing,
Two-tier narratives, culture wars crashing.
Feds look at the body, but they read the script first,
Locked in a province where the narrative’s nursed.
Digwa’s talking loud, spitting wicked lies out,
Telling 'em he’s targeted, trying to find a way out.
And the young recruits, yo, they’re fresh on the block,
No veteran mentors to stop the brain lock.
They got cognitive tunnel vision, blind to the stains,
A trail of red blood dripping down in the rain.
Henry’s on the floor and he’s fighting for breath,
But they’re checking off boxes while he’s drifting to death.
He said, "Please, brother, look, I’ve been stabbed, I can’t breathe,"
Fed replies cold, "Don’t think you have, mate, leave."
Handcuffs on a dying boy, treated like a threat,
Operational failure, the ultimate regret.
They took a spoken allegation, ignored the visual cue,
Now a family’s in trauma and there’s nothing they can do.
[CHORUS]
Anger feeds the code and the code feeds the rage,
Welcome to the matrix, we’re locked in the cage.
Yeah, the part for the whole, that’s the trick they supply,
Open up your eyes, see the boundaries lie.
Anger feeds the code and the code feeds the rage,
Monetizing trauma on the digital stage.
They don’t want the truth, they just want a side to choose,
Slide the 808s while the culture loses.
[VERSE 2: The Sky Is Falling]
Cross the Atlantic, now look at the sky,
January twenty-five, watch the metal fly.
Over the Potomac, sixty-seven dead,
NTSB looking at the wires in the head.
But the white house press room is jumping the gun,
Blaming DEI before the data is done.
Saying diversity hiring thinned out the towers,
Flattening the system for political power.
But step out of the province, look at the whole grid,
Look at what the DOGE cuts and austerity did!
Four hundred safety workers axed in a week,
Exhausted controllers, the outlook is bleak.
Mandatory overtime, fatigue in the brain,
Ancient airspace geometry causing the pain.
But the algorithms can't sell a Swiss-cheese event,
They need a quick villain for the rage to be spent.
So they run to their corners and they weaponize the crash,
Turning human bodies into ideological cash.
[VERSE 3: The Extracted Grief]
Now the street’s on fire outside Portswood station,
Bricks flying fast at the feds of the nation.
Farage on the mainstream, Tommy on the feed,
Sleuths in the comments section sowing the seed.
They call it "Two-Tier," shouting loud on the street,
But they’re doxxing innocent coppers that they meet.
An innocent family has to pack up and move,
'Cause a digital mob’s got a point they gotta prove.
Mark Nowak’s standing on the steps of the court,
Begging for unity, but his message is bought.
Jenni Stancombe’s crying for her girl in the dirt,
But the riots keep moving, disregarding the hurt.
They don’t care about the family, they don't care about the peace,
They just want the digital engagement to increase.
Take a fraction of a tragedy, stretch it to a war,
They never let a grieving mother shut the front door.
[OUTRO]
(The heavy 808s suddenly drop out. The dark piano loop slows down, getting colder and more sparse)
So welcome to Aporia. The impasse is real.
No pathways out from the hatred we feel.
You think you’re a patriot marching for the state?
You’re just training the model to optimize the hate.
Every click, every share, every furious reply,
Is just dollar signs rising to the tech in the sky.
Socrates is weeping at the state of the soul,
When the broken little pieces try to dictate the whole.
Spacetime in disguise.
Realise your size.
The boundaries are lies...
(Static hiss. Total silence.)