Before us stands a colossal monolithic mass
Like a mountain of glass rising from a mud ocean
Like a mirage, a fantasy, blessing our eyes and wounds
A promised luxurious shelter
Finally protecting us from all this madness
Are we finally saved?
Painfully walking through the swamps
The sugar-coated picture quickly bursts into flames
As we cross the gates and stare through empty eyes
And disembodied masses
In this high-tech panopticon arcology
Not a single move can be hidden from that all-seeing tower
No chance to step away from the line
A bulletproof mass-control propaganda
That no one seems to fight
It feels like everyone has lost all hope and faith
In a better life
Handing the leash to a faceless master
We are floating towards demoralization
Climbing up the walls of conformity and alienation
Bowing down to flags that lost all signification
Living on broken foundations
This structure seems far too perfect
For a survival plan
This system seems far too mathematically flawless
For an emergency institution
The darkest demons of our generation
Safely pilled in secret governmental survival facilities
Once again overlooked the citizens depression
The apocalypse only punished society's eternal casualties
For the darkest minds of our times prepared their retreat
Decades ago keeping it silent to the ones funding their deceit
Initially struggling to maintain order within the population,
Theatrically fabricated pandemics
Giving the population a sense of dependency
Were always the perfect solution to regain credibility and authority over frightened masses.
The true pandemic lies within us all
A pathological enslavement
Finding comfort in higher spirits, higher authorities
Relying on gods and icons
On a supposed Providence, compensating us in a future existence
Without the pain, sorrow nor evil of this life
In exchange of a sinless journey
We are all infants in need of a father to guide us.
Please guide us
We will never let slavery haunt our world again.
Like a mountain of glass rising from a mud ocean
Like a mirage, a fantasy, blessing our eyes and wounds
A promised luxurious shelter
Finally protecting us from all this madness
Are we finally saved?
Painfully walking through the swamps
The sugar-coated picture quickly bursts into flames
As we cross the gates and stare through empty eyes
And disembodied masses
In this high-tech panopticon arcology
Not a single move can be hidden from that all-seeing tower
No chance to step away from the line
A bulletproof mass-control propaganda
That no one seems to fight
It feels like everyone has lost all hope and faith
In a better life
Handing the leash to a faceless master
We are floating towards demoralization
Climbing up the walls of conformity and alienation
Bowing down to flags that lost all signification
Living on broken foundations
This structure seems far too perfect
For a survival plan
This system seems far too mathematically flawless
For an emergency institution
The darkest demons of our generation
Safely pilled in secret governmental survival facilities
Once again overlooked the citizens depression
The apocalypse only punished society's eternal casualties
For the darkest minds of our times prepared their retreat
Decades ago keeping it silent to the ones funding their deceit
Initially struggling to maintain order within the population,
Theatrically fabricated pandemics
Giving the population a sense of dependency
Were always the perfect solution to regain credibility and authority over frightened masses.
The true pandemic lies within us all
A pathological enslavement
Finding comfort in higher spirits, higher authorities
Relying on gods and icons
On a supposed Providence, compensating us in a future existence
Without the pain, sorrow nor evil of this life
In exchange of a sinless journey
We are all infants in need of a father to guide us.
Please guide us
We will never let slavery haunt our world again.