DRILL babe DRILL

In dark rooms where oligarchs gather,

A subliminal, silent message hides.

Words unspoken, but felt, in the air,

Influencing minds, without leaving marks.

In the corridors of power, where decisions are made,

Subliminal advertising, a game unfolds.

Hidden messages, imperceptible to the naked eye,

But they affect behavior, without knowing how.

The human mind, vulnerable to these tricks,

Without realizing it, you give in to the power of suggestions.

Like an underground river that flows without making a sound,

The subliminal message shapes reality.

But who controls these messages, lords of destiny?

Tech oligarchs, with almost divine powers.

And the people, like a herd, without questioning,

He continues forward, not knowing where he is going.

Those who expected the spoken speech do not know anything innocent. Those who follow, have seen and are seeing what is happening.

I'm not going to tell you! Hahahaha