Product

[Intro – Whispered/Growled]
Clickbait crucifix / tongue-tied apocalypse
Feeding on the pain / they sell what they can’t fix
You are the fuel / and they are the match
Smile for the slaughter, you're part of the batch
[Verse 1 – Screamed]
I see the blood drip down the glass screen
Cameras like vultures, picking clean
Tragedy’s a product, pain’s a brand
Drown in disaster, supply and demand
False prophets in suits with disease in their breath
Selling death like soap, cashing in on your death
"BREAKING NEWS" – you're already broken
Another mother cries, but the ratings are golden
[Chorus – Chanted/Screamed]
We are the products!
Flesh for the market, tears on display
We are the targets!
Suffering sold in a newscast cliché
No one’s fucking watching to help
They just wanna feel better themselves
[Verse 2 – Screamed/Rapped]
Morbid addiction, pain is the drug
Live-streamed trauma in a digital mug
Gutter-fed headlines, misery sells
They print your hell in ad-packed shells
Desensitized to the human cost
The more you hurt, the more they’re boss
Lights, camera, bleed for me
Cut to commercial, you die on TV
[Bridge – Whispered to Screamed Build-Up]
They're feeding off your fear
(Say it) Feeding off your fear
Turn agony to assets
(Say it) Turn agony to assets
No truth, no soul
Just scripts and roles
We're nothing but stock
In a system of trolls
[Breakdown – Brutal and Slow]
Your pain is profit
Your death is prime
Another corpse sells
One headline at a time
You are a fucking product
Wrapped in skin and shame
They’ll brand your tears
And sell you the blame
[Chorus – Final, Chaotic Delivery]
We are the products!
Trapped in a warehouse of televised pain
We are the targets!
Silence the screams, but the echoes remain
No one’s fucking watching to save
They just feed the machine and dig your grave
[Outro – Whispered, Eerie]
Smile for the slaughter...
You're trending now.
Another soul sold—
Do you feel proud?

Heavy nü-metal woth brutal guitars and brutal vocals. Styled after early era slipknot., male