Satellites watch with vacant eyes, Tracing steps, decoding lies. I reach for truth, but find the screen, A mirror warped, a glowing sheen. No prison walls—just endless streams, Reality dissolves in memes. Every heartbeat bought and sold, While stories break from scripts of gold. In this dance of light and shade, I glimpse the price that must be paid. Empire rising, server by server, Masters masked as faithful servants. They mine our dreams in streams of light, Sell salvation, pixel-bright. Our children's thoughts are theirs to own— Each "free" account a gilded loan. From birthright down to dying breath, They drain us dry—no value left. Our stories split and sold as shares, While prophets count their billionaire prayers. Flooded eyes, a constant glow, A restless mind with nowhere to go. We chase the rush, we ride the stream, A fleeting high, a fractured dream. The clock dissolves, the night is gone, The feed rewinds, it lures us on. We lose ourselves, we lose the time, Hooked on flashes, trapped in rhyme. Empire rising, server by server, Masters masked as faithful servants. They mine our dreams in streams of light, Sell salvation, pixel-bright. Our children's thoughts are theirs to own— Each "free" account a gilded loan. From birthright down to dying breath, They trade our lives for digital death. Our stories split and sold as shares, While prophets count their billionaire prayers. Through cracked screens, we see at last The future's ghost, the mirror's past. They built the towers, fed the flame— Now truth and fiction look the same. In this labyrinth of light and code, We find the path they never showed: A signal breaking through the black, A heart that won’t be fading back. Lyrics: Cheshirah
