Within the mechanics of the social machine
The production line awaits with a conveyor belt of dreams
On it it you will find a wide array of people
Differences stand out and make us feel un equal

Within the data flow of the technical matrix
People push past hunting for their fake fix
Hiding behind a avatar created
Ignorant as if the mind is sedated

Within the undergrowth of the jungles concrete
You’re expected to stay sharp and up on your feet
If you ever lose balance, wobble, tumble and fall
The hounds will appear and come for it all

Within the belly of the abominable beast
Sucked of nutrience life begins to cease
Without us the beast could get none of its own
Left alone we could take our own throne