Modern Slavery

As night falls, the city,

The reflection of chains on the windows of skyscrapers.

No one hears their own screams;

The noise is now called "civilization."

A dark machine turns within us,

We call it life,

But we willingly run to every wheel that grinds us.

The worst slavery enters not through the wrist,

But through the soul, that's precisely what we have.

They measure our every step with debts,

They adjust our every breath to the advertisements.

And we,

We carry our own shackles with pleasure.

A voice whispers from the shadows:

"The man who thinks he's free is the most easily motivated."

These were the words of a man lost in the midst of war;

We never saw his face,

But his words still burn in our veins.

The city closes in on us like a metal tomb.

Screams buried beneath the concrete

They think no one hears,

But the darkness holds everything in its memory.

This is modern slavery:

You think you've woken up,

But you've just fallen into a new dream.

Close your eyes,

Because even the light is now a lie.

This is modern slavery:

You think you've woken up,

But you've just fallen into a new dream.

Close your eyes,

Because even the light is now a lie.