H.O.F.A

[Intro Heavy industrial guitar riff, sound of a microphone feedback
Spoken by a weary news presenter with distortion]

"Good evening, folks... they told me I’d be reporting the truth.
But every day, it’s more of the same. Hype over facts... Always."

[Verse 1 Guitar riff builds up, drums kick in]

"I once stood tall, with a pen in my hand,
Breaking news, a real report, that’s the plan.
But now it’s all about the spin,
Packaged lies, sold to the masses with a grin.
I used to speak for the ones who care,
But now I’m drowning in the sound of the air —
Filling the space with bullshit and lies,
While the truth slips by."

[Pre-Chorus Rising guitar and drums]

"H.O.F.A, it’s what they want me to say,
Spin it, twist it, make it pay.
The facts are gone, locked away,
But the hype’s all I’m allowed to relay."

[Chorus Clean vocals, anthemic with aggression]

"H.O.F.A, hype over facts always,
I used to speak truth, now I just obey.
The lies get loud, the truth fades away,
I’m stuck in the game, and it’s here to stay."

[Verse 2 More aggressive guitar riff, heavier beat]

"I tried to call it out, I tried to stand strong,
But they told me, ‘No, you’ve been doing it wrong.’
They want the chaos, they want the noise,
Not the quiet, not the voice.
We’re sold a story, painted bright,
But there’s nothing but darkness behind the light.
I’m shackled to the screen, shackled to the lies,
While the truth just dies."

[Pre-Chorus Chugging guitars, low-end build-up]

"H.O.F.A, it’s what they want me to say,
Spin it, twist it, make it pay.
The facts are gone, locked away,
But the hype’s all I’m allowed to relay."

[Chorus]
"H.O.F.A, hype over facts always,
I used to speak truth, now I just obey.
The lies get loud, the truth fades away,
I’m stuck in the game, and it’s here to stay."

[Bridge Breakdown, distorted, heavy guitars]

"Once I was a journalist, once I was proud,
Now I’m just another voice in the crowd.
Spinning the stories, creating the fear,
Shouting the headlines — but the truth’s not here.
I’m sick of the lies, I’m sick of the show,
But I’m stuck in the studio, with nowhere to go."

Growl/scream vocals
"H.O.F.A — the only thing they’ll let me sell,
Spin the lies, and play the hell."

[Verse 3 Intensity picks up, with a relentless rhythm]

"They don’t care about the facts, no, they never will,
They just want the chaos, they want the thrill.
The truth is a casualty in this game,
But the hype will always keep the flames.
They put the script in my hands, told me to read,
But all they want is the chaos to feed."

[Pre-Chorus Guitar riff builds again, aggressive delivery]

"H.O.F.A, it’s what they want me to say,
Spin it, twist it, make it pay.
The facts are gone, locked away,
But the hype’s all I’m allowed to relay."

[Chorus]
"H.O.F.A, hype over facts always,
I used to speak truth, now I just obey.
The lies get loud, the truth fades away,
I’m stuck in the game, and it’s here to stay."

[Outro Slow, haunting outro, fading with distorted vocals]

"I’m just a mouthpiece for the noise,
A shadow of truth, a puppet of choice.
H.O.F.A, I’m stuck in the lie,
I used to report, but now I comply."