[Intro – robotic female voice]
“By continuing, you agree to be monitored, monetized, and manipulated. Thank you.”
[Verse 1 – rap, slow and eerie]
Wake up. Tap the glass.
Sold my soul for Wi-Fi fast.
Terms & conditions — 90 pages long,
Scroll to agree, what could go wrong?
I’m not a man — I’m metadata,
Scanned by suits and AI beta.
Your pain’s an ad — your fear sells well,
Welcome to your inbox: private hell.
[Chorus – screamed/sung]
We are not free — we’re owned by screens,
Used and drained in corporate dreams.
Bought and sold with every click,
Every like just makes me sick.
We’re cogs in code, addicted deep,
Trade our thoughts for restless sleep.
[Verse 2 – rap/nu-metal]
I see you scrolling — glazed eyes dead,
Doomfeed lullabies to keep you in bed.
You don't live, you consume and stare,
While billionaires breathe privatized air.
They sell us hope in pretty lies,
"Get rich quick, just monetize!"
But the only thing that climbs these days
Is rent, despair, and suicide rates.
[Bridge – breakdown, angry and distorted]
We're the labor they ignore,
Crushed beneath convenience stores.
Smile for the drone, wave to the cloud,
Our screams don’t echo — they’re too loud.
You think you’re free? You’re a goddamn brand,
Another file in a bloody hand.
[Chorus – screamed again, even more intense]
We are not free — we’re owned by screens,
Data-mined in their machines.
Tracked from birth, till we decay,
Fed false hope and bills to pay.
We beg for crumbs, they toast with gold,
We age in silence, broke and old.
[Final Breakdown – guttural scream, then silence]
You gave us apps—
We gave you souls.
Now we rot,
In your control.
[Outro – robotic voice returns, soft and cold]
“You are now obsolete. Please upgrade your expectations.”
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