Narrative Contrived Video (MV)

In the labyrinthine shadows, where aspirations wane
Bureaucratic chains bind, overseen by hollow reign
In corridors Byzantine, where ambitions are entombed
Beneath bureaucratic veils, where falsehoods are groomed
Behind the gilded facades, marionettes entwine
In the citadels of power, despair's the paradigm
Echoes of dissent, submerged in muted pleas
Existences obliterated by unattainable decrees
Justice, an illusion, a narrative contrived
In the realm of the forsaken, where the desolate strive
No luminaries in the shadows, no beacon to discern
In the clutches of corruption, our spirits slowly burn
No saviours in the twilight, no compass to navigate
In the grip of deception, we quietly disintegrate
Cries in the chasm, drowned by silent pleas
Lives crushed by the burden of unattainable decrees
In the sanctums of authority, where the nameless preside
The laments of the voiceless in obscurity reside
In the chambers of power, the corrupted conspire
The laments of the powerless, engulfed it was quite dire
Agency theory, a disgrace, they were for hire
For every illicit transaction, a narrative derailed
Lies a chronicle of despondency, a tale forever veiled
In the fissures of the edifice, where the darkness seeps
We'll unearth only sorrow, in the silence that creeps
Justice, an illusion, a narrative contrived
In the realm of the forsaken, where the desolate strive
No luminaries in the shadows, no beacon to discern
In the clutches of corruption, our spirits slowly burn
No saviours in the twilight, no compass to navigate
In the grip of deception, we quietly disintegrate
In the labyrinthine corridors, where aspirations perish
Beneath bureaucratic veils, where falsehoods flourish
Behind the iron curtains, shadows pull the strings
In the halls of power, despair's the paradigm
Justice, an illusion, a narrative contrived
In the realm of the forsaken, where the desolate strive
No luminaries in the shadows, no beacon to discern
In the clutches of corruption, our spirits slowly burn
No saviours in the twilight, no compass to navigate
In the grip of deception, we quietly disintegrate
So stand with me, my compatriot, in this silent despair
In the dominion of the forsaken, where we are ensnared
With our voices muted, we'll fade into the void
Tide of corruption, our spirits, destroyed