[Intro]
[Pizzicato strings repeat seven clipped notes; the eighth beat disappears before the guitars answer.]

[Verse 1]
White letters crawl across the black,
A measured river on a track.
“Armed men entered”—then a pause.
The phrase returns as “public flaws.”
“Threatened press” becomes “debate.”
“Purged the staff” becomes “rotate.”
Every verb that carries blame
Falls behind a blackened frame.

[Pre-Chorus]
Feed the anchor what is safe,
Smooth the bruise and hide the chafe.
Leave the action, lose the hand—
Make the crime too vague to stand.

[Chorus]
Teleprompter of fear, feed me line after line,
Turn “attack” into “clash,” turn the crime into “sign.”
Teleprompter of fear, make the warning appear,
Then erase every name when the sponsor draws near.
I can see what you leave; I can feel what you clear—
Every black bar is speaking, teleprompter of fear.

[Verse 2]
I touched the keys and found a list,
Edits logged but not dismissed.
“Trump demanded” changed to “said.”
“People vanished” changed to “fled.”
“Falsehood” softened into “view.”
“Documented” into “new.”
Under every neutral phrase
Lay a match beneath the haze.

[Pre-Chorus]
Someone built this lexicon
To make the guilty carry on.
No one orders us to kneel—
They merely change the words for real.

[Chorus]
Teleprompter of fear, feed me line after line,
Turn “attack” into “clash,” turn the crime into “sign.”
Teleprompter of fear, make the warning appear,
Then erase every name when the sponsor draws near.
I can see what you leave; I can feel what you clear—
Every black bar is speaking, teleprompter of fear.

[Instrumental]
[Low guitar and cello trade seven-note phrases while the pipe organ inserts the missing eighth beat.]

[Bridge]
The screen replied without a sound:
“I only show what they send down.
Do not accuse the glass or light;
The frightened hand decides the white.”
I searched the booth and understood—
A machine obeys as humans would.

[Buildup]
Restore the subject. Name the deed.
Return the cause to those who bleed.
Restore the verb. Make meaning clear.
No grammar serves the rule of fear.

[Final Chorus]
Teleprompter of fear, I reject every line
That turns force into fog and a threat into “sign.”
Teleprompter of fear, let the full names appear,
Let the sponsor draw back; let the consequence near.
I will name what they struck; I will say what they clear—
Every black bar indicts you, teleprompter of fear.

[Outro]
The text stopped dead at half past three.
A cursor blinked and waited for me.
I typed the sentence, plain and clear—
Then watched it disappear.
