Ghosts of Tomorrow

We’re trapped inside the ghost machine,
Chasing dreams, but they’re not what they seem.
Endless noise in the static hum,
We’re choking on the air, but we keep marching on.
Can't break the spell, we're stuck on repeat,
The same old song, the same old beat.
Can't see the end but we feel it’s near,
Capital’s the only thing we fear.
We see the end of the world, but never the end of this,
Dying for a profit, living in the abyss.
Shadows of a future we can’t recall,
We’re haunted by a past that won’t let us fall.
Plastic smiles on the computer screen,
Tell us we're free, but we know it’s obscene.
Credit cards and a broken soul,
Spend your life, but you’ll never feel whole.
The world is burning, but they sell us the flames,
Branded rebellion, it’s all the same.
We feed the beast that devours our mind,
No escape, no future, no way to rewind.
Spectres haunt the cities, they haunt our hearts,
No utopia, just broken parts.
Consumer dreams, and endless greed,
A future lost, we're stuck in need.
We’ll crash and burn, but it’s all a lie,
Capital lives, even when we die.
We see the end of the world, but never the end of this,
We’re trapped in the gears, and we can’t resist.