Well, the Mad Mullahs and the IRGC were in charge before the war, and as far as anyone can tell they have both survived.
You have the soul of a liberal song writer in you!
Blinded by the Signal (Parody)
Revved up on rumors in a midnight stream
Every headline flickers like a broken dream
Satellites humming over desert flame
Everybody talking but it all sounds the same
Briefings in the dark and maps on the wall
Every truth arrives already set to fall
And every certainty gets rewritten twice
In the language of power and rolling dice
Well the Mad Mullahs and the IRGC were in charge before the war,
That’s what the analysts keep circling for
But every explanation opens up one door
Then leaves ten more unanswered than before
Blinded by the signal
Lost inside the digital spiral
Where every version of the truth competes
In the glow of a thousand breaking beats
Blinded by the signal
Nothing stays stable, nothing stays final
Between the briefing room and the burning night
Everything dissolves in light
Now the diplomats speak in half-finished lines
While the timeline fractures and rewrites signs
And every “what happened” becomes “we’ll see”
In the fog of recorded memory
And the world keeps turning in a feedback loop
Of secondhand truths and recycled proof
While the audience watches through cracked glass screens
Trying to decode what it all means
