SYSTEM DECAY

(Intro) [Metallisches monotones Dröhnen, tiefer Bass Puls] [Vocoder, flüsternd, glitchend:] Allocation… confirmed… --- (Verse 1 – Die Unteren / Die Gezüchteten) Born to labor, shaped to bend, Routine cycles never end. Neon markets, plastic dreams, Life reduced to scripted schemes. Hands are tired, voices thin, Hope is rationed, built‑in sin. Crowded slums that never break- A human pulse they try to take. --- (Pre‑Chorus) They drown the night in screens and noise, To keep us still, to keep us poised. A perfect loop, a quiet cage- Designed to last, designed for age. --- (Chorus) THIS IS THE GOAL! (That is the goal!) BREAK THE WILL! (That is the goal!) FEED THE SYSTEM, STARVE THE STRAY- FATE DECIDES WHO FALLS AWAY. THIS IS THE GOAL! --- (Verse 2 – Die Mitte / Die Getriebenen) Clockwork bodies, steel and sweat, Deadlines carved in cold cement. Speed is law, and fear is fuel, Every second cuts like tools. No one listens, no one sees- Just quotas, risks, efficiencies. The gears demand another spine- A sacrifice to keep the line. --- (Pre‑Chorus) They flood the streets with light and glass, While we fall back, while we fall back. A conscious plan to make it last- To feed the lack, to feed the lack. --- (Chorus) THIS IS THE GOAL! (That is the goal!) CRUSH THE SOUL! (That is the goal!) FEED THE SYSTEM, BREED DECAY- FATE DECIDES WHO’S THROWN AWAY. THIS IS THE GOAL! --- (Bridge – Die Oberen / Die Unberührbaren) [Musik fällt ab, nur ein tiefer Bass, Atemgeräusche] [Geflüstert, weich, fast schön:] *Sunlit towers… quiet rooms… Bodies unscarred… untouched by fumes… Health as birthright… freedom clean… No need to ask what suffering means…* [Stimme kippt, schärfer:] *They call it fate. They call it order. They call it balance.* [SCHREI:] AND THEY WILL NEVER SEE THE BORDER! --- (Breakdown) *Deliberate… Conscious… Orchestrated… Inhumane…* IT’S WHAT THEY WANT! IT’S WHAT THEY CLAIM! LET THE TIERS IGNITE THE FLAME! --- (Final Chorus – Alle Ebenen kollidieren) THIS IS THE GOAL! (THAT IS THE GOAL!) BREAK THE WILL! (THAT IS THE GOAL!) FEED THE SYSTEM, BREED DECAY— FATE DECIDES WHO’S CAST AWAY! THIS IS THE GOAL! --- (Outro) [Maschinenpuls verlangsamt, Elemente fallen nacheinander weg] Three tiers fall… [Echo:] fall… fall… No one rises… [Echo:] rises… rises… Fate is fiction. [Vocoder:] Target… compliant. [Stille] ---