Stolen TimeWARTIME – The Broken Farther Lyrics
They built it on money that never was theirs
Main Street dressed up, but decay in the air
They sell you a dream while they poison the well—
Cut off the flow, watch the whole system fail
Village look perfect, that’s image for sale
Funded by people who come and then bail
Seasonal money keep structure in place—
Pull that support, watch it fracture and break
They don’t create, they extract and recyclе
Feed off the presencе, then protect every cycle
Every quiet cover tied into survival—
Truth gets buried, then labeled “unreliable”
Ninety minutes lost while the clock kept running
Care got delayed while they calculated funding
Records adjusted to protect who was coming—
That’s not neglect, that’s a choice for the budget
That’s not confusion, that’s deliberate design
When image outweighs what is morally aligned
Every move filtered through power and ties—
Stamped official, so corruption looks justified
This wartime, I don’t retreat or negotiate
Truth hits harder when the lies get obliterated
Built a whole system where the guilt gets diluted—
Now I’m dragging it out where it can’t be disputed
If money the shield, then the truth is the weapon
This wartime, no disguise, no immunity
You protected the image instead of the people—
Now the mask coming off and it’s brutally visible
They don’t bite hands, they depend on the feed
Accountability dies when it threatens the stream
Every wealthy connection gets handled with ease—
That’s why justice gets quiet when money speaks
Law wear a badge but enforcement selective
Justice gets shaped through personal connections
Conflict of interest disguised as discretion—
That’s how corruption slips past every question
Family ties running deep through positions
Same names involved in decision conditions
You expect independence with shared affiliations—
That’s a closed loop system, not real supervision
Footage deleted, but timelines intact
Records “don’t exist” when you asking for facts
Every answer rehearsed, every statement compact—
You ain’t hiding the truth, you just hiding the pattern
This wartime, I don’t retreat or negotiate
Truth hits harder when the lies get obliterated
Built a whole system where the guilt gets diluted—
Now I’m dragging it out where it can’t be disputed
If money the shield, then the truth is the weapon
This wartime, no disguise, no immunity
You protected the image instead of the people—
Now the mask coming off and it’s brutally visible
Now it’s all on record, no space to evade
Every move documented, every edit displayed
You relied on control, thought the truth would decay—
Now the same evidence turning into a blade
I don’t run from war, I walk into the fire
But this was set up different, every move required
When the game fixed early, you don’t crash, you get wired—
Now I’m back with the masses, now the truth amplified
This where pressure applied till the structure gives way
Every hidden alliance getting dragged into light
You protected the flow, I’m exposing the play—
Now the same system breaking from weight it once made
No more quiet revisions to soften the blow
No more gaps in the story they hoping don’t show
Every buried decision resurfacing slow—
Now the truth hits public… and the lie can’t be saved
Cut the money, watch it cave
Watch how fast they move to save
Everything they tried to hide—
Now it surfaces from the grave
No retreat, this a permanent stain
Truth don’t die, it adapts to the pain
They fed off wealth just to stay in the game—
Now exposure the only thing they can’t contain
