The Grievance Machine
The grievance machine, it’s always on, Spinning stories dusk till dawn. Fear and lies are its gasoline, Bow to the beast—the grievance machine.
(Verse 1)
They built a machine fueled by fear,
A whisper grows, and it’s all you hear.
From every screen, it feeds the fire,
Twisting truth to fuel desire.
A mother’s cry, a worker’s loss,A calculated line they’ll toss.
They turn your pain into their gold,
Selling grievance never gets old.
