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Lyrics:

[Intro][Punk Rock][Slightly off-key guitar riff]

[Spoken, arrogant whisper]
They think they know. They think they see. But they're blind. Utterly, tragically blind.
What if everything you think that you know... is a lie?

[Verse 1][Punk Rock][Fast tempo, distorted guitars]
Wake up, sheeple, open your eyes
The globe is a lie, a grand disguise
They feed you science, tell you what to believe
But the truth is plain, for those who can perceive

[Pre-Chorus][Prog Rock][Tempo slows slightly, more complex rhythm]
They show you pictures, CGI so fake
A curved horizon, for goodness sake
They laugh at us, the ones who see the light
But ignorance is bliss, in their endless night

[Chorus][Punk Rock][Full band, anthemic and slightly dissonant]
The Earth is FLAT! Can't you understand?
A cosmic disc, held in creation's hand!
You fools who spin on your watery ball
Are destined to stumble, destined to fall!

[Verse 2][Punk Rock][Faster, more aggressive]
Gravity's a myth, a force that's made up
To keep you grounded, to fill your empty cup
The sun and moon, they circle overhead
A celestial dome, where all our prayers are shed

[Pre-Chorus][Prog Rock][Building intensity]
They mock our theories, call us unintelligent
But their so-called facts are purely belligerent
We’re the enlightened, the ones who dared to stray
From the programmed path, to find a brighter day

[Chorus][Punk Rock][Even more intense, slightly chaotic]
The Earth is FLAT! Can't you understand?
A cosmic disc, held in creation's hand!
You fools who spin on your watery ball
Are destined to stumble, destined to fall!

[Guitar Solo][Punk Prog Fusion][Duelling Guitar and Keyboard solo with moments of unexpected melodicism]

[Bridge][Prog Rock][Slower, more spoken word, with a wobbly, out-of-tune flute melody over atmospheric synths]
They say we're crazy, lost in delusion's haze
But their “education” just leads us through a maze
We stand for truth, no matter the cost
For in this great deception, humanity is lost.
But have you ever seen the edge, staring into the void?
Heard the ice crack beneath your feet, secrets destroyed?
They guard the borders, Antarctica’s wall—
Guarded by soldiers, you can’t get there at all.
They hush up explorers who vanished in the snow
Show you their globes for a TV show
You trust your teachers, your screens, your books
But truth’s in plain sight—if you’d bother to look
Time zones are fiction, satellites are balloons
NASA’s a circus, we’re living in cartoons
The compass is faulty, the maps are all wrong
They want you asleep, just drifting along
Wake up, humanity! Tear down the veil!
Sail to the edge, let reason prevail
We’re the last voices, the world’s final stand—
Flat as a pancake, by popular demand!

[Chorus][Punk Rock][All out, desperate energy]
The Earth is FLAT! Can't you understand?
A cosmic disc, held in creation's hand!
You fools who spin on your watery ball
Are destined to stumble, destined to fall!

[Outro][Fading out with a repetitive, simplistic flute riff and feedback squeals]
The wall is real!
The wall is real!
[fade out]

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Flat Earth

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