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The headlines flash, the anchors grin, but no one's sure what’s real within. A thousand words, a thousand views— all written by a lizard in a tailored suit. The papers say the sky’s on fire, the oceans whisper in their sleep. The moon is stealing children’s thoughts, the statues weep, the buildings scream. They tell us it’s the latest truth, confirmed, reported, signed, and sealed. But when I asked just who declared— the lizard smiled, the file disappeared. Did I read too much? Did I blink too slow? Did the facts dissolve? Do I even know? They say the sun is made of cheese! The rivers dance, the clocks can bleed! They write the words, we drink them down— so tell me now, who wears the crown? The lizard winks, adjusts his tie, a stack of headlines held up high. "The market’s up, the stars are gone, a whisper war is going on." I point and ask, “But who decides?” His tongue flicks out, his pupils wide. "The ones who blink, the ones who buy, the ones who never ask us why." We print the past, we bend the now, we shift the words and teach you how. We build the script, we cast the play— you read the lines and walk away. They say the sun is made of cheese! The rivers dance, the clocks can bleed! They write the words, we drink them down— so tell me now, who wears the crown? "Breaking news… we own the truth."
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The headlines flash, the anchors grin, but no one's sure what’s real within. A thousand words, a thousand views— all written by a lizard in a tailored suit. The papers say the sky’s on fire, the oceans whisper in their sleep. The moon is stealing children’s thoughts, the statues weep, the buildings scream. They tell us it’s the latest truth, confirmed, reported, signed, and sealed. But when I asked just who declared— the lizard smiled, the file disappeared. Did I read too much? Did I blink too slow? Did the facts dissolve? Do I even know? They say the sun is made of cheese! The rivers dance, the clocks can bleed! They write the words, we drink them down— so tell me now, who wears the crown? The lizard winks, adjusts his tie, a stack of headlines held up high. "The market’s up, the stars are gone, a whisper war is going on." I point and ask, “But who decides?” His tongue flicks out, his pupils wide. "The ones who blink, the ones who buy, the ones who never ask us why." We print the past, we bend the now, we shift the words and teach you how. We build the script, we cast the play— you read the lines and walk away. They say the sun is made of cheese! The rivers dance, the clocks can bleed! They write the words, we drink them down— so tell me now, who wears the crown? "Breaking news… we own the truth."
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