[Intro – Robotic female voice] “By continuing, you agree to surrender all hope. Your suffering will be used to improve our products.” --- [Verse 1 – slow, eerie rap] Wake up. Tap the glass. Sold my soul for Wi-Fi fast. Terms & conditions — scroll right through, They don’t want eyes, just clicks from you. You gave your data, gave your face, Gave your mind a dopamine taste. We binge on lies with mouths wide open, Addicted deep and barely copin’. [Pre-Chorus – building anger] Every screen’s a leash, Every tap’s a chain, We laugh at memes While losing our brains. --- [Chorus – screamed/sung, heavy guitar] We are not free — we’re owned by screens, Buried alive in digital dreams. Sold and scanned with every breath, A click away from mental death. We beg for crumbs, they dine on gold, We rage in silence, scared and cold. --- [Verse 2 – rapped, faster and more bitter] The news is fake, the stress is real, We pop more pills than we can feel. Scroll through war, then back to porn, This ain’t life, just being worn. They sold us hope, then raised the rent, Now half our checks are government lent. Smile for the feed, drown out the dread, You’re not depressed, just underfed. --- [Bridge – distorted screams, breakdown] We let them in— We gave them power. Signed it all away In a midnight hour. We traded friends For usernames, Now all we are Is debt and pain. --- [Chorus – intense and raw] We are not free — just barcode dreams, Fed through reels and dopamine beams. We’re slaves who pay to wear the chains, Our laughter masks internal pain. This world is cracked, but looks pristine — A circus made by CEOs and screens. --- [Verse 3 – rap-metal, hopeless tone] No time to think, just post and buy, Feel like shit? There's an ad for why. We’ve lost our minds, we laugh through tears, Surviving off sarcasm and beers. We used to build, now we react, Reality’s dead, there’s no way back. We’re broken, blind, and glorified fools, A species dying, proud of its tools. --- [Final Chorus – melodic scream/clean vox mix] We are not free — we’re blind by choice, Each scroll, each ping, drowns out our voice. We're born in debt, we die in screens, We dream in ads and corporate memes. If hell is real, it’s here and now — So smile, consume, and take your bow. --- [Outro – whispered, fading out] “You were never meant to win. You just clicked ‘I agree.’” ---

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