PSYOP LULLABY (Multilingual (EN/UA/RU) conceptual work about psychological)

PSYOP LULLABY

Echo in the wall… is that my own voices call?
The song I heard today, they played it in the hall…

Verse 1
They switched my beat, from the streets to the morgue sheets,
A different kind of cold, a different kind of weak,
Then shipped me to the east, a puppet on a lease,
To see if id decrease, and let the madness feast,
My phones a haunted screen, my thoughts are not my own
They’re playing back the scene in every public zone,
A friend repeats my dreams in a conversational tone
This prison isn’t stone… it’s in the fucking air I own.
Выключают свет, PSYOP-война,
Що Ви браття наробили,
За що, нас прокляла земля?

Chorus

It’s a PSYOP lullaby in the sky what’s burning in my eye red,
Sync in time and sound, my sanity’s the ground
They’re digging all around….
Just to watch me break down (they’re watching now…)

Verse 2
I started talking loud, to test the haunted cloud
The echo came on time, a phrase I’m not allowed,
A woman in the street spoke words that made it clear,
She said «he’s getting near» - the architect of fear.
The puzzle locked in place, a smile on every face
A car that shocked my grace, a friend they did replace,
This isn’t a mental case, its operational space
A targeted disgrace, with a psychological base.

Bridge

So I become the ghost. The one they need the most.
I document the cost. My mind, the battles post.
The silence is my shield. The page, my bloody field.
The truth I finally wield… will force their fate to yield.

Outro

You echo chambers dead. The script has all been read.
I’m in you head instead. Every word you said.
Is evidence in red. The dossier is fed.
You built a tomb of dread… for you.
…. Sleep tight.

Chorus (repeat).