Wake Up. -Wake Up. Wake Up. -Wake Up. They built a palace out of pixels, and a ghost in the screen, A digital sedative to keep the population serene. -Wake Up. You're chasing paper in a labyrinth of debt and design, While the architects are drinking from a vintage of wine. -Wake Up. Look at the hierarchy, tiered like a tower of glass, Where the bottom is the engine and the top is the cast. - Wake Up. They trade in shadows while you're focused on the neon and glow, But the truth is breathing heavy in the tunnels below. - Wake Up. - Hungry. The currency is consciousness, the tax is your time, They turned the human spirit to a ladder to climb. - Hungry. Welcome to the real world, hidden in the vein, Underneath the interface, deeper than the pain. It’s a darker empire, pulling on the wire, Feeding on the many just to fuel the holy fire. The matrix isn't metal.... it's the ego and the gold, The greatest story ever told... to keep the world controlled. Wake Up. -Wake Up. Hungry. - Hungry. Break the bread of the elite and you will find it is hollow, A bitter pill of vanity they’re asking you to swallow. - Wake Up. They want a worker, not a thinker; they require a drone, To guard the secret sovereignty of an obsidian throne. - Hungry. Analyze the movement of the money through the vein of the state, It’s a predatory cycle, it’s a systematic fate. - Wake Up. The "underground" is logic in a world of the mad, The only sanctuary that the weary ever had. - Hungry. Is it real if you feel it? Is it true if they seal it? Power is a phantom... Unless you choose to yield it. Wake Up. - Wake Up. The Empire is Hungry. - Hungry The code is broken. - broken. - Wake Up. - Hungry. - Broken.
