always night

The sun won't set for those who own the skies

As data centers turn into monuments

They rose to power on the backs of our ignorance

Wealth made through exploitation, prestige obtained through moral fraud

They rule with cunning but oppress by force

They come by night to steal your thoughts

They spy on you through useless tools

You can't escape 'cause they own you

How long until they rule this rock?

These tin gods hunger for more

Endlessly clawing for data

No ruleset shackles them

Beneath these humming servers

Our identities will be smelted to gold

Bombarded with fake promises

Our worship ends in slavery

The sun won't rise where it is always night

Inside the urban ghettos

Inside the cities made of tents

They rule their underclass

With fists made of synthetic mist

No chance to fight

That which owns your rights

The future is theirs while we sit idly by