Текст песни
Punch the clock, but the punch-card is a relic of the past
The architects in suits and ties knew the silence wouldn't last
They traded heartbeats for hardware, efficiency for soul
Now the vacancy signs are blinking, and the system's taken control
Look at the picket lines—empty, just ghosts in the rain
Algorithms running the freight, algorithms driving the train
Corporate kings in the ivory tower, counting the gold they saved
While the middle class is buried in the blueprint of an open grave
They think they're gods of the grid, cutting the payroll costs
But they're counting the profits while the human spirit's lost
They're building a kingdom of glass with no one left to buy
A digital harvest of hunger, beneath a pixelated sky
You can't sell a dream to a phantom, you can't pay a bill with a ghost
We're starving in the lobby of the heaven that they boast
It's a feedback loop of ruin, a collapse that's etched in code
Unless we break the machine before we lose the road
The ledger looks beautiful, doesn't it? Zero overhead
But the store shelves are rotting because the shoppers are all dead
Or they're pacing the alleyways, eyes hollowed out by the dread
Because the "smart" machine can do the work, but it doesn't need to be fed
Now the shadow economy rises, the sirens wail in the dark
The social contract is ashes, just fire and a lingering spark
They stripped the teeth from the gears, they stripped the hands from the trade
Now they're panicking as they watch the monster they've made
Anarchy isn't a choice, it's the vacuum left by the greed
When you cut the roots of the tree, you can't complain about the lack of seeds
Write the law in the stone, make the mandate clear
Put a hand on the kill-switch, choke out the rising fear
Governments, wake up—don't trade our blood for the byte
Or the famine will swallow the morning and bury the light
Restrict the silicon reach, keep the heartbeat in the plan
Or watch the extinction of the very last working man
It's coming fast—the ripple before the total tidal wave
When the boardroom is silent and the CEO's a slave
To a system with no mercy and no soul left to save
Cold, hard binary logic that refuses to bend
They'll hoard the riches in bunkers while the cities fall to dust
But you can't eat copper wire, and you can't breathe in the rust
The writing's on the server rack, the countdown's on the screen
Save us from the future, or we're fuel for the machine
No one buying
No one selling
Just the sound of the system failing
System failure
Humanity is the variable they forgot to calculate
And it's already too late
Or maybe... just maybe
