About the Track
Break the Distraction is a fist-in-the-air anthem for the quietly radical. Whitmore Way pulls no punches in this critique of media spectacle, performative fame, and the screens that keep us tame. With sharp lyrics and conviction-driven delivery, the track flips the switch on passive culture and calls for something real — action, purpose, and a future worth building.
Lyrics
Verse 1
They say fortune lies in the scoreboard,
The glitz of a reality show,
As cameras pan for drama,
And the masses just follow the flow.
But while they fill your screens with fancy feats
And keep your eyes glued to the pitch,
I’m busy forging a purpose
To flip this story’s switch.
Pre-Chorus
I see the threads they’re spinning,
I feel the puppet strings,
There’s more to life than empty hype—
I’m marching on to bigger things.
Chorus
I won’t be a football hero or a reality TV star,
That circus is designed to keep the people right where they are.
No, I’m gonna break the distraction, chase the spark beyond the glare,
I’d rather put my hands to work and show I truly care.
Verse 2
They feed us flashy headlines,
To keep us entertained,
Herding us in single file
With illusions ready-made.
But behind these shallow curtains,
A brand-new future calls—
There’s real work still to be done—
We rise above these walls.
Pre-Chorus
The crowd roars with each replay,
But I’m not hypnotised.
I’ll seek out better ways to help,
And open up new eyes.
Chorus
I won’t chase a gilded trophy or a short-lived TV glow,
That’s how they control the populace, so the system doesn’t blow.
I’m stepping off their stage, forging something good and true,
I’d rather serve a greater cause—there’s so much we can do.
Bridge
“So while they run the adverts,
And fill our screens with fluff,
I’ll use my hands, my mind, my heart,
And challenge every bluff.
The power lies in what we give—
The future we can refine,
Let’s dare to build a world that’s real,
Not some scripted storyline.”
Chorus – Reprise
No, I won’t be a football star or chase a Big Brother seat,
They dangle all that glamour, but it’s meant to keep us neat.
I’d rather help my neighbour—fix what’s broken, spark some hope,
‘Cause kindness is the wildfire that breaks their secret hold.
Outro
When illusions try to fool us,
We’ll break free from that chain,
Standing for real purpose—
Empowered, unrestrained.
We’ll keep on laying foundations,
And watch new wonders grow—
Far from the shallow spectacle,
Where we truly take control.