[Verse 1] Born in a cradle with a screen for a sky, Fed a million little lies just to keep us pacified. Every headline like a needle in the vein, Drip-feed dopamine, keep us numb to the pain. They don’t chain wrists, they chain attention, Programmed addiction disguised as “connection.” Scroll till your soul feel hollow and thin, Build a shiny little cage and convince you it’s a win. Every outrage timed, every trend pre-planned, Keep the fire in your chest but never let you understand. React, react, never zooming out, Never question what the system really ’bout. Raised in a box, told the walls are the world, Truth locked up tight, propaganda unfurled. They don’t need force when they shaping belief, Just flood the mind with digital grief. [Hook] The end game — corrupt the brain, Drown in the noise till we’re numb to the pain. Keep us reacting, trapped in the frame, Obedient machines in a profit-driven game. If you stop, if you think, if you look at the locks, You might see the hands that constructed the box. And once you see it, the illusion drops — No reaction, no control, watch the cycle stop. [Verse 2] Endless void of content, infinite scroll abyss, Every swipe a subtle little cognitive twist. Divide and distract, keep the anger misplaced, Fight each other while the architects safe. Body breaking down from the stress and the feed, Mind fragmented into algorithmic need. Consume, compare, despair on repeat, Self-worth measured by a digital receipt. They monetize fear, weaponize doubt, Keep you loud online but spiritually out. Mentally shackled, physically drained, Chasing validation like a dog on a chain. Oppressed machines in designer disguise, Smiling through filters with mechanical eyes. Never ask “why,” just comply and perform, Stay inside the box where the chaos is norm. [Bridge] But I seen a crack in the cardboard sky, Light slip through where the shadows lie. Silence louder than the noise they sell, Step back once — you break the spell. They fear the pause more than rebellion, A mind unplugged is a fallen empire’s omen. When you stop reacting, you start to see The cage was built from inside of me. [Hook] The end game — corrupt the brain, Drown in the noise till we numb to the pain. Keep us reacting, trapped in the frame, Obedient machines in a profit-driven game. If you stop, if you think, if you look at the locks, You might see the hands that constructed the box. And once you see it, the illusion drops — No reaction, no control, watch the cycle stop. [Outro] They don’t fear chaos, they fear awareness. They don’t fear anger, they fear preparedness. The box ain’t steel — it’s habits and fear, Fed by distraction year after year. Step back. Look in. Break the spin. If you’re not reacting — They can’t win.

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