All we know is steel and stone We're worked to the death, we're worked to the bone Spreading ourselves thin, striping ourselves bare We turn the screws too beaten to care Bottle up with spite, lying dead in the fight Exposing our skin to parasites The brain rot of the digital age leave our bodies stuck in a primitive rage Getting ahead by bowing down and we fuck our heads when we're feeling down The lives of the desperate are loud Matched by the noise from the screens Pretending everything's fine, we save our fears for our dreams Forcing a reckoning Set us free.