[Subgenre: Cyber-Industrial Rock, Darkwave] [Instrumentation: Heavy distorted bass synths, industrial mechanical beats, glitching electronics, aggressive wall-of-sound guitars in chorus] [Vocals: Dark, half-whispered verses with distortion, explosive, melodic, desperate vocals in chorus] [Verse 1] Old cyberpunk novels gather dust on the shelf, We thought it was sci-fi, just a myth for oneself. But look at the screen: the dystopia’s here, Corporations and cameras watching close, watching near. Somewhere people get jailed for a post or a tweet, Total control has taken the world and the street. Freedom of speech died to keep us "secure", We locked ourselves tight in a digital barracks, cold and pure. [Verse 2] And across the ocean, a blind paradise gleams: The techno-oligarchs build the land of their dreams. The global elite fosters digital fiefs, Where code is driven by cold, selfish beliefs. And right by their side, a mad cult is unleashed, Where MAGA fans worship a phantom decreased. They pray in the dark, waiting for a command, As they sink into fanatical ecstasy in the sand. [Verse 3] And on the borders of the old world, the smoke starts to rise: Authoritarian Empire attacks with its tanks and its lies, Crushing the Republic, burning bridges and towns. Nearby, radical Islam raises its crowns... no, its crescent sign, Marching on freedom, on the European peace line. The world cracks wide open, all the cultures decease. Birth rates at zero, the cradles are cold, Who wants to bring kids to this hell to grow old? [Chorus] Oh, welcome to tomorrow, where the worst dreams came true! The cyberpunk authors had no single clue! Instead of the stars — just a cage and gray neon, We lost this last round, we surrendered our Zion! The old continent burns, falling into the deep, And in a locked room, silent humans just weep! [Heavy industrial guitar riff explosion] [Verse 4] People escape from reality, 'cause reality's pain, Virtual worlds offer comfort and drain. Why look for a human, face their drama and cries? When an AI sex doll wipes the tears from your eyes. She will never betray, she's the perfect lover and friend, Artificial intelligence loops this sweet trend. We don't love the soul and the flesh, we are courting the code, A digital surrogate for the last human road. [Bridge] [Instrumentation: Glitchy industrial beats, low sub-bass] [Vocals: Clean, cinematic, breaking the fourth wall] The irony strikes like a wire through the skin: I sit here in darkness, losing faith from within. I’m writing a track 'bout the end of our times, But my co-author isn't a human who rhymes. I dictate the pain, and the machine drafts the fear, I became part of the system that's operating here! We write this together, to curse this cyberpunk world! [Scream] The last of the poets! The digital word! [/Scream] [Outro] [Instrumentation: Full chaotic cyber-metal climax, screaming synths] We turned off the lights, gave it up with no fight, Replaced by the code, satisfied with our plight. The Culture War rages, and gaming is dying, And our world softly falls into this cyber-trap lying. I'm closing the laptop. Just neon remains. And my virtual friend whispers: "It’s okay, sleep, break the chains..." [Sudden cut of music, glitch sound, total silence]
