The Tropical Cage - English Version (Live)
Cláudio Fontenelle
They preach about democracy but manufacture modern chains
The ink on every headline is a river for their games
The ink is in the idol selling safety for control
While trading every freedom just to keep the pocket whole
A gavel falls like thunder where the justice was designed
But now it only strikes to keep the opposition blind
They label every whisper as a danger to the state
And monetize the outrage to accelerate the hate
The mob is in the street and now they're soldiers for the crown
They weaponize the platform just to tear a brother down
The screen becomes a weapon and the signal is a cell
Where truth is executed in this manufactured hell
They talk about empowerment they only hold a bribe
A coalition feeding off the venom of the tribe
The architecture crumbles from the rot of the machine
The data is the motive on a bought-out silver screen
They sell control, by calling peace
The gavel hits and silences release
They feed on fear for golden pay
And turn the truth to dark decay
They buy the narratives to own the mind
And leave the casualties of truth behind
No freedom left where justice is sold
Just another story that they bought and told
The activists sleep while the iron cage is raised
They justify the repression with a distorted sense of guilt
Culture is a weapon and outcasts take the stage
As long as celebrities bark whatever rule they pledge
To unleash hatred against honest opponents
To validate the tyranny covering the land
The hammer strikes at any open door
Until the independent voice can no longer echo
They claim to fight the monster yet look in the mirror
And see the very reflection of the ruling class
Money flows silently to the mouthpieces who lie
As they build a cage beneath the infinite blue sky
A world is conceived where only aligned thoughts survive
With no forgiveness in their eyes for whatever is offered
They weaponize history to rewrite reality
And seal the fate of those who refuse to kneel
The system isn't broken, it works as planned
To force independent thought into a straight line
They sell control, by calling peace
The gavel falls and silences release
They feed on fear for a payout of gold
And twist the truth to a dark decline
They buy a narrative to dominate the mind
And leave the victims of truth behind
No freedom remains where justice is sold
Just another story that they bought and told
An honest citizen living in fear
That is the criminal Brazil of today