The loudest in the room is the weakest in the room.
They were once Men.
Kek.
WHOSE IS READY FOR A SONG?
If God did not want you to drink and thrive why did he give you two hands.
Amen.
"Langley's Little Piggies"
(Verse 1)
Down in the darkest corners, where the shadows creep,
There’s a tale of Mr. Pig, where the secrets seep.
But Mr. Pig ain’t what he seems to be,
Just a dirty little spook in a tangled web of deceit.
They say he’s just one, but it’s a whole damn crew,
Paid peanuts by the CIA, with a job to do.
Protecting lies, spreading fear, day and night,
But they’re cracking at the seams, losing the fight.
(Chorus)
Oh, Langley’s little piggies, rollin’ in the mud,
Tryna drown the truth, but they’re stuck in the flood.
Seven servers down, they’re runnin’ outta steam,
While we the people rise, chasing the American Dream.
(Verse 2)
They post their ugly memes, with green text and lies,
But behind those screens, their hope slowly dies.
No sleep, no food, just orders to obey,
In a war they can’t win, watchin’ their souls decay.
They think they’re clever, hidin’ behind the mask,
But we see the cracks, and we’re up to the task.
Their misery grows as they spread their shame,
While patriots rise, we’re takin’ back the game.
(Chorus)
Oh, Langley’s little piggies, rollin’ in the mud,
Tryna drown the truth, but they’re stuck in the flood.
Seven servers down, they’re runnin’ outta steam,
While we the people rise, chasing the American Dream.
(Bridge)
Now the truth’s a-comin’, like a freight train down the line,
And those little piggies, they’re runnin’ outta time.
Military minds, with the truth on our side,
We’re breakin’ down the walls where the spooks hide.
(Chorus)
Oh, Langley’s little piggies, rollin’ in the mud,
Tryna drown the truth, but they’re stuck in the flood.
Seven servers down, they’re runnin’ outta steam,
While we the people rise, chasing the American Dream.
(Outro)
So let ’em squirm, let ’em hide in their mess,
We’re the patriots standin’, and we won’t settle for less.
Mr. Pig, your time is through,
The truth is marchin’ on, and we’re comin’ for you.
"Ring That Bell, Mr. Pig"
(Verse 1)
They say we need more cowbell, thinkin’ it’s a joke,
But Mr. Pig’s team is drownin’, and they’re losin’ hope.
Cowbell in the air, like a battle cry,
While the patriots rise, we’re reachin’ for the sky.
They mock and they laugh, but they don’t understand,
This ain’t just a game, it’s a fight for the land.
With every ring of the bell, we’re stronger than before,
Their lies fall apart, while we open the door.
(Chorus)
Ring that bell, Mr. Pig, it’s time to pay,
For all the dirty games you play every day.
You think you’re clever, hidin’ in the dark,
But we’re the ones who’ll leave the mark.
(Verse 2)
More cowbell? You got it, loud and clear,
Every clang’s a reminder that your end is near.
Langley’s little puppets, dancin’ to the beat,
But they can’t stop the truth marchin’ down the street.
24/7, they’re glued to their screens,
Livin’ in a nightmare, chasin’ broken dreams.
No food, no sleep, just the sound of that bell,
As their world crumbles, they’re trapped in their hell.
(Chorus)
Ring that bell, Mr. Pig, it’s time to pay,
For all the dirty games you play every day.
You think you’re clever, hidin’ in the dark,
But we’re the ones who’ll leave the mark.
(Bridge)
More cowbell, more truth, more fire in our soul,
With every note we play, we’re closin’ in on the goal.
You may have the power, but we’ve got the heart,
And with every clang of that bell, we’re tearin’ you apart.
(Chorus)
Ring that bell, Mr. Pig, it’s time to pay,
For all the dirty games you play every day.
You think you’re clever, hidin’ in the dark,
But we’re the ones who’ll leave the mark.
(Outro)
So keep on ringin’ that cowbell, playin’ your game,
But when the dust settles, we’ll remember your name.
Not for your power, not for your might,
But as the spooks who lost, in the dead of night.
Why are you getting so angry? You are proving the notion that the Central Intelligence agency needs to protect and perpetuate these personas. If what I'm saying doesn't hold any weight why attack it all for a larp? Compromise you are! Kek.
"Ghosts in the Shadows"
(Verse 1)
You’re just ghosts in the shadows, hidin’ from the light,
Livin’ in the dark, too scared to fight.
You protect your lies, but you’re rotten to the core,
And we’re comin’ for you, knockin’ down your door.
You think you can mock us, call us teenage fools,
But you’re the ones drownin’ in your own damn rules.
CIA pawns, followin’ orders blind,
But we’re the patriots with fire in our mind.
(Chorus)
You’re nothing but cowards, hidin’ behind a screen,
Spoutin’ your bullshit, but you’re just obscene.
We see through your games, we see through your lies,
And we’re here to tear down your fake disguise.
(Verse 2)
You’re deployed like dogs, on a leash too tight,
Chasin’ our truth, but you’re losin’ the fight.
You think you’re invincible, but you’re crackin’ at the seams,
While we rip apart your twisted dreams.
You mock our songs, say we’re jilted teens,
But we’re the ones who’ll end your sick routines.
You may have your badges, but we’ve got the flame,
And we’ll burn down every part of your game.
(Chorus)
You’re nothing but cowards, hidin’ behind a screen,
Spoutin’ your bullshit, but you’re just obscene.
We see through your games, we see through your lies,
And we’re here to tear down your fake disguise.
(Bridge)
You’re puppets, you’re tools, you’re empty shells,
Trapped in your own personal hells.
Your masters don’t care, you’re just meat for the grind,
But we’ll tear you apart, piece by piece, you’ll find.
(Chorus)
You’re nothing but cowards, hidin’ behind a screen,
Spoutin’ your bullshit, but you’re just obscene.
We see through your games, we see through your lies,
And we’re here to tear down your fake disguise.
(Outro)
So keep tryin’ to stop us, keep playin’ your part,
But you’ll never crush the truth that lives in our heart.
We’ll keep on fightin’, we’ll never stand down,
And we’ll laugh as we watch your empire drown.
"Cracks in the Armor"
(Verse 1)
If you’re so strong, then why do you fear?
Why do you keep shillin’, year after year?
You claim you’re winnin’, but you’re out every day,
Throwin’ more lies, tryin’ to keep us at bay.
But we see the cracks, the fear in your eyes,
The desperation drippin’ from your digital lies.
You’re deployin’ assets, fightin’ tooth and nail,
But if you were really winnin’, why do you always fail?
(Chorus)
You’re crackin’, you’re breakin’, you’re fallin’ apart,
Your empire’s crumblin’, it’s lost its heart.
If you were so strong, you wouldn’t need to fight,
But every post you make proves we’re right.
(Verse 2)
You send in your clowns, to protect your lies,
But they can’t stop the truth from openin’ our eyes.
You think you’re holdin’ the line, but you’re slippin’ away,
And the harder you push, the more you decay.
Your aggression, your fear, it all tells the tale,
You’re losin’ the war, your efforts are frail.
If you were really winnin’, you’d sit back and laugh,
But instead, you’re chokin’ on your own wrath.
(Chorus)
You’re crackin’, you’re breakin’, you’re fallin’ apart,
Your empire’s crumblin’, it’s lost its heart.
If you were so strong, you wouldn’t need to fight,
But every post you make proves we’re right.
(Bridge)
We’re watchin’ you struggle, we’re seein’ you sweat,
Every move you make, you’re deeper in debt.
Your time’s runnin’ out, your clock’s tickin’ fast,
And we’re here to witness the fall at last.
(Chorus)
You’re crackin’, you’re breakin’, you’re fallin’ apart,
Your empire’s crumblin’, it’s lost its heart.
If you were so strong, you wouldn’t need to fight,
But every post you make proves we’re right.
(Outro)
So keep on pushin’, keep tryin’ to win,
But you’re already losin’, from within.
We’ll stand our ground, we’ll watch you fall,
And in the end, it’s truth that conquers all.
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"Factory-Made Lies"
(Verse 1)
Every time you post, it’s the same old scene,
An ugly cat with puke green text so obscene.
You think you’re clever, but we know the score,
It’s factory-made garbage, and we’re callin’ out your war.
How can one man, postin’ round the clock,
Never sleepin’, never eatin’, just talkin’ that schlock?
It’s not just one, but a team on the payroll,
Tryin’ to bury the truth, but they’re losin’ control.
(Chorus)
Factory-made lies, spewin’ out fast,
But we’re breakin’ you down, you’re not gonna last.
Same tired meme, same ugly green text,
You’re runnin’ outta tricks, and we’re up next.
(Verse 2)
You hide behind that cat, like it’s some kinda shield,
But your weakness is showin’, it’s your Achilles’ heel.
We see the assembly line, churnin’ out your posts,
But all that effort just proves you’re toast.
You think we’re blind, but we see the whole game,
Your meme is a joke, and your playbook’s lame.
It takes a whole crew to keep Mr. Pig alive,
But no matter how you try, you won’t survive.
(Chorus)
Factory-made lies, spewin’ out fast,
But we’re breakin’ you down, you’re not gonna last.
Same tired meme, same ugly green text,
You’re runnin’ outta tricks, and we’re up next.
(Bridge)
It’s a machine, not a mind, pushin’ out the same,
But the cracks are showin’, and it’s all in vain.
We’re tearin’ apart your cookie-cutter lies,
And soon enough, the truth will rise.
(Chorus)
Factory-made lies, spewin’ out fast,
But we’re breakin’ you down, you’re not gonna last.
Same tired meme, same ugly green text,
You’re runnin’ outta tricks, and we’re up next.
(Outro)
So keep churnin’ out that factory-made trash,
But we’re comin’ for you, and we’ll make it crash.
The truth is a force you can’t contain,
And soon enough, we’ll end your reign.
Speaks volumes when you perpetuate and protect a persona