THEY FED US POISONED HONEY! - Dead Weight Theory (Official Music Video)

The architects... They fed us poisoned honey!. We called it sweet. Now we choke. Now we break. Now we understand.

💀 When sweetness becomes poison, and paradise reveals its rot.
We built temples on broken foundations. We swallowed lies dressed as truth. We called our hell "home" and never questioned the taste of honey on our tongues... until we started choking on it.

"They Fed Us Poisoned Honey!" is Dead Weight Theory's brutal confrontation with artificial reality and humanity's gift for self-destruction. This isn't about technology or screens; it's about the oldest human failing: using our greatest powers to build our own prisons. We paint paradise on rotten wood. We wear crowns of bile and call it style. We feast on ashes and convince ourselves it's bread.

The architects knew our hearts. They fed us exactly what we craved, and we consumed it greedily—never questioning why sweetness burned our throats, why every mirror showed a different face, why truth became something we couldn't retrace. The ground beneath us turns black, but we're too intoxicated by golden hands and promised lands to notice we're drowning.

This is heavy alternative rock with industrial brutality; dual vocals that tear between wicked confidence and aggressive revelation, crushing riffs that feel like the weight of realization, and a message that hits harder than any breakdown: we are both the builders and the burn!

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🎵 LYRICS:
They fed us poisoned honey!

NOW CHOKE!

They painted paradise on rotten wood
Built temples where the broken stood (Where the broken stood!)
Every mirror shows a different face

Truth became the thing we can't retrace!

We swallowed sweetness laced with bile
Wore their crowns and called it style (Called it style!)
The architects, they knew our hearts
Fed us honey poisoned from the start!

Can't believe what's in front of me!
Can't tell the cure from the disease!
The ground beneath is turning black!
Poisoned honey, no way back!

We built our hell with golden hands!
(GOLDEN HANDS!)
(We built it! We built it! We built it!)
Dug our graves in promised lands!
(PROMISED LANDS!)
They fed us poisoned honey, now we choke!
Drowning in the dream!
Drowning in the dream!

Feast on ashes, call it bread
Dance on graves of what we said (What we said!)
Poison dripping from their lips
We drank it down in greedy sips!

The garden wilts beneath our feet
Rotting fruit is all we eat (All we eat!)
We wore the mask so goddamn long
Tasted honey, but the honey's wrong!

Can't believe what's in front of me!
Can't tell the cure from the disease!
The ground beneath is turning black!
Poisoned honey, no way back!

Look around... what have we made?
Every throne built on a grave
We are the builders!
We are the burn!
Fed on poison, never learned!

We built our hell with poisoned hands! (We built our hell with GOLDEN HANDS!)
We built it! We built it! We built it!
Dug our graves in promised lands!
They fed us poisoned honey, now we choke!
They fed us poisoned honey, and we broke!

Drowning in the dream!
(Drowning! Drowning!)

Drowning in the dream!
(Drowning! Drowning!)

Drowning in the dream!
(Drowning! Drowning!)

Drowning in the dream!
(Drowning! Drowning!)

We built this hell! We built this hell! We built this hell!

And called it sweet...

We built this hell! We built this hell! We built this hell!

And called it sweet...

POISONED HONEY

SO WRONG!
SO SWEET!

SO WRONG!
SO SWEET!

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