Fractured Feeds [Track 2]

Scroll the sky Each cloud a channel Neighbors worship Different weather Kitchen table Three small screens between us Same headline Three languages of anger Mother says “I saw it with my own eyes” But I watched her eyes Get edited live We live in fractured feeds Little worlds that never bleed Every fact a folding mirror Every mirror shouting “me” What do we become When we can’t agree On the color of the sun Or who is “we” Next door prays To a hero I was taught Was the villain In my classroom Out in Sector 9 They ban my version Of last year Call it treason Call it truth I change my history In the settings after dark Upgrade my childhood Turn my bruises into art I can choose my past today I can choose your face Choose the ghosts that stay The ones we erase If every story fits Like skin we can replace Who carries the blame Who keeps a name Who knows their own face