[Verse 1] I wake under towers humming at the sky. Serotonin rolling, blurring out my mind. Concrete full of needles, circuits in the dust. Children in the smog line, shadows learning distrust. [Pre‑Chorus] Air turns sweet, my tongue goes numb. Heartbeat drifts to the serotonin drum. [Chorus] So I breathe it in, breathe the grime. Counting hours, counting dimes. Smile for the Warden, fall in line— I’m a product passing time. [Verse 2] My home is a hive now, bodies locked in place. Warden writes our futures, stage by silent stage. No love, no longing—only quotas met. Rust and broken syringes where the children sit. [Pre‑Chorus] Air turns sweet, my tongue goes numb. Heartbeat drifts to the serotonin drum. [Bridge] Mother was selected, father just assigned. Printed for the shift line, never my design. Cold lights flicker softly, wires in my spine. Raised to follow orders, never taught the “why.” [Final Chorus] So I breathe it in, breathe the grime. One more carcass, one more dime. Smile for the Warden, break the line— Born a product, dead by design.
