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City of the Wise

“City of the Wise” is a dark, modern musical adaptation inspired by The City of Dreadful Night, drawing specifically from the stanza “City of Philosophers.” Blending industrial rock, spoken-word menace, and hypnotic rhythm, the song explores illusion, control, manufactured truth, and a world where wisdom feeds on despair. A haunting reflection on modern power, disillusionment, and the machinery behind belief. Perfect for fans of dark rock, industrial music, poetic adaptations, dystopian themes, and existential art. #City of the Wise #CityOfDreadfulNight #JamesThomsonPoem #ModernPoetryAdaptation #DarkRock #IndustrialRock #DystopianMusic #PoeticRock #ExistentialMusic #PhilosophicalMusic #SpokenWordMusic #DarkArt #ModernMyth #IllusionAndControl #AIArtMusic #AIMusic #CinematicRock #unimatrixmelody Lyrics: They didn’t kill the truth. They learned how to hide it in plain sight. They sit behind glass in cathedral towers Counting the minutes, counting the hours Trading in silence, dealing in doubt Letting the noise drown the truth out They learned the script beneath the screen Which words will sell, which words will sting They don’t give answers, they give delay Stretch confusion into pay Don’t raise a fist—just raise your voice Anger feels loud, but it isn’t choice Long as you shout, you’re under control Every echo fills the hole They outlived illusion, they buried the key Fed us reflections, called it “free” Truth is a blade they never release The City of the Wise feeds on the weak They sell the future in monthly plans Sign the papers, shake the hands Teach the young to beg for light While the wires pull tight at night Hope’s just hunger wearing a mask Faith’s a shortcut, pain’s the tax Every dream is pre-approved and priced Every loss is amortized They don’t fear revolt or war They trained the scream to ask for more If you’re exhausted, chasing air You won’t notice who isn’t there They outlived illusion, they buried the key Fed us reflections, called it “free” Truth is a blade they never release The City of the Wise feeds on the weak No justice planned. No guiding hand. Just leverage, timing, and who understands. They don’t believe in hope or fate They use them both to calculate They outlived illusion, crowned themselves kings Built truth into mazes, clipped off our wings We starve for meaning, tighten the leash The City of the Wise feeds on the weak They sit in silence because nothing needs to change.