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Ghost in the PowerPoint

Black hoodies, dim-lit rooms, Neon lies and overdue booms. You whisper “influence” like it’s arcane, But it’s clip art dressed up as pain. Smoke machines, soft-spoken threat, Five buzzwords you never met. Say perception wins the fight, But the projector died mid-night. You chant doctrine like it’s code, But nothing’s compiled, nothing loads. You call it war in the headspace, I call it vibes with a clearance face. 👻 Ghost in the machine! (But it’s Windows 7 on a cracked screen) Haunting minds with a font so clean, Calibri fear, 16-point dream. 👻 Ghost in the machine! Influence ops on a dead routine, If belief is power, explain to me Why morale died in the rehearsal scene. You speak in slogans, myth and fog, “Cognitive terrain” — buzzword smog. Talking brains while others bleed, Selling theories you never lead. You say “effects-based” with pride, While reality just walked outside. You claim the mind’s the battlefield, But forgot the enemy can’t be briefed. Red team says it’s all pretend, Blue team nods and hits “send.” Green glow on your mirrored shades, Influence ops stuck in PowerPoint haze. 👻 Ghost in the machine! (But it’s a template from 2013) Haunting thoughts with a laser beam, Missed the target, nailed the theme. 👻 Ghost in the machine! You’re not a hacker, you’re a meme, If narrative wins every scene, Why’s no one buying what you mean? No packets sent, no signals heard, Just doctrine loops and borrowed words. You wanted psy-war, mind control, Got a slogan and a patch on your soul. You preach belief like it’s a weapon system, But never tested it against resistance. Ghost in the machine — sounds elite, Till the machine won’t even boot to sleep. 👻 Ghost in the machine! Static faith in a feedback dream, You tried to haunt the enemy, But scared yourselves on slide fourteen. 👻 Ghost in the machine! If influence ruled reality, You wouldn’t need to say it so loud To convince the room you’re elite. [OUTRO – sung, fading] The mind is the battlefield… But someone forgot the terrain map. Ghost in the machine. Offline.