Glass Corridor

Exploitation, oscillation, a corridor is full of lies

It's a faceless world with faceless people living faceless lives

Silicon fusion, digital illusion, the lithium eye's-on you

You're just a penny in the pocket of a power-hungry coward

Staring from the tower at you

Fools keep watching numbers growing, eyes always pointed down

Dopamine tripping, time starts slipping, and you're six feet underground

Neurons wired, retinas tired, sleep's flown out the door

Looking for the answers to a fabricated terror in the glass corridor