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CampusNet – There is something eerily hypnotic about the way power moves—twisting, turning, never quite revealing its true face. It speaks in riddles, evades questions, and when confronted, it smiles and says, “Qu’est-ce que c’est?”—as if feigning confusion will erase the weight of its misdeeds.
The Talking Heads’ Psycho Killer is more than a song—it is an anthem of avoidance, a soundtrack for those in power who slip through accountability like shadows in the night. And what better metaphor for governance today? The state mutters half-truths, stammers through explanations, and when the people demand answers, it runs—always just out of reach, just beyond responsibility.
“I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax”
We have seen it before, time and time again. Leaders who squirm under scrutiny, policies that shift like sand beneath our feet, decisions made in closed rooms while the public is kept in the dark. Those in power are always moving, always strategizing—never still enough to be caught, never honest enough to be trusted.
The Silence That Screams
Power does not announce itself with a bang. It seeps in, quietly, like a whisper in the dark. It erodes freedoms not in grand, visible strokes, but in the slow tightening of control—media suppression, judicial manipulation, economic subjugation. And when the people finally notice, when they stand up and demand to be heard, the government responds with blank stares and empty reassurances.
“You start a conversation, you can’t even finish it
You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything”
How often have we heard the same recycled rhetoric? Promises of reform that amount to nothing. Apologies without accountability. Laws designed not for justice, but for protection—of the very few, of the untouchable elite. The government, like a psycho killer, does not feel remorse. It acts, and then it disappears into the fog of bureaucracy, untouchable and unfazed.
Running, But Never Away
And when the questions grow too loud, when the people gather, fists raised not in violence but in demand for truth—the response is predictable. Deflect. Deny. Dismantle dissent.
“Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run away”
But power cannot run forever. The people are not as forgetful as the rulers hope. History is not so kind to those who believe themselves invincible. There comes a time when even the fastest must stop, when the masks slip, when the psycho killer must look in the mirror and see what they have become.
Will that day come soon? Or will we, once again, be left in the dark, with nothing but the echoes of a song that understood power better than those who wield it?
“Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
The government pretends not to know. But we do. And we are watching.