[Verse]

I replace "will" with "may,"
I change "autonomous" to "guided."
By the time the slide returns,
Every warning is divided.

Legal offers fourteen words
In letters no one wants to see.
The board removes the final third
And sends the shortened line to me.

[Pre-Chorus]

At the bottom of the frame,
In a font too small to carry blame,
I write the sentence carefully.

[Chorus]

Terms may not match reality.
Images show planned capability.
I hide the truth beneath the promise,
Where the audience will never read.
Terms may not match reality—
And neither may we.

[Verse]

I call the agency at night,
"Remove the self-directed scene."
They say the master file is locked,
The launch team starts at seventeen.

I change the caption on one post,
But nineteen scheduled copies stay.
The safer wording travels slow.
The louder version leads the way.

[Pre-Chorus]

At the bottom of the claim,
In a line that cannot slow the train,
I write the sentence carefully.

[Chorus]

Terms may not match reality.
Timelines reflect projected capability.
I hide the truth beneath the promise,
Where the market will not stop to read.
Terms may not match reality—
And neither may we.

[Synth Interlude]

[Bridge]

I wanted wonder, not deception.
I wanted motion, not a lie.
But every careful qualification
Is another place to hide.

[Break]

Maya, make the sentence warmer.
Maya, make the warning small.
Maya, keep the campaign moving.
Maya, do not slow the call.

[Build-up]

So I delete the smallest letters.
I move the truth into the light.
Victor sends the slide back empty.
"The disclaimer kills the night."

[Final Chorus]

Terms may not match reality.
The campaign has exceeded capability.
I will not hide the truth beneath it,
I will not make the warning weak.
Terms may not match reality—
But tomorrow I will speak.

[Outro]

At the center of the frame,
In a font that carries all the blame:

Terms may not match reality.
