Confabulation Paradise Lyrics

Yo, society's a stage, but the script is flawed,

People thinking they're deep, but they're just hitting pause.

Rearranging old views, stacking bias like bricks,

Building walls in their minds that they'll never fix.

Confirmation's the fuel, they're feeding the fire,

Echo chambers amplify their deepest desires.

Every thought they profess, they claim it's the truth,

But it's just a reflection of their sheltered roots.

In this confabulation paradise, they play the role,

Spinning tales in their minds to convince their soul.

Facts get twisted, reality's blurred,

Believing their own lies, thinking they've heard.

They ain't thinking, just repeating what aligns,

Rearranging prejudice, caught in their designs.

In the paradise of confabulation, they thrive,

Blind to the truth, yet they think they're alive.

Yo, they don't question the source, don't dissect the cause,

Just nod to the rhythm of their mental applause.

Bias blooms like a vine in the garden of doubt,

Choking the truth till there's no way out.

Social feeds feed the greed for validation,

Opinions turn facts in their own narration.

Algorithms guide them, whispers in their ear,

Telling them what to believe, what they wanna hear.

Critical thought's a ghost, haunting the scene,

While prejudice reigns supreme in their routine.

Breaking out takes courage, a mental fight,

But most just prefer the comfort of the night.

They ain't thinking, just repeating what aligns,

Rearranging prejudice, caught in their designs.

In the paradise of confabulation, they thrive,

Blind to the truth, yet they think they're alive.

Paradise built on lies, but it feels so sweet,

Stepping out means facing the heat.

They cling to their comfort, avoid the unknown,

Afraid that the truth will cut to the bone.

Break the cycle, dismantle the disguise,

See the world with open, unbiased eyes.

The real paradise is in the quest to grow,

But you gotta let go of the things you know.

Yo, a great part of the population stays blind,

Thinking they're thinkers, but they're just confined.

Confabulation paradise, a gilded cage,

Time to flip the page, step off the stage.