I DON’T LIVE, I FUNCTION Industrial Rap

[INTRO — distorted voice]
WAKE UP.
WORK.
TRAFFIC.
SLEEP.
REPEAT.
YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN ANYMORE.
YOU ARE A FUCKING MACHINE.
[VERSE 1]
5 AM — alarm screaming like a factory siren,
Cold shower, dead eyes, same fucking environment,
Concrete jungle outside, grey skies and smoke,
Another day selling hours while the rich make a joke.
Steel boots on the pavement, engines growling like beasts,
Everybody moving fast but nobody feels free,
Red lights, long roads, another hour disappears,
Whole life in a traffic jam drowning slowly in fear.
Ten hours in a warehouse under artificial light,
No sunlight, no soul, just survive through the night,
Boss talking productivity while your back fucking breaks,
You ain’t human to them — just a number they can replace.
[PRE-HOOK — whispered]
Recharge the battery…
Recharge the battery…
Tomorrow do it all again…
[HOOK]
I DON’T LIVE — I FUCKING FUNCTION.
MODERN LIFE IS SELF-DESTRUCTION.
WORK. EAT. SLEEP. OBEY.
WATCH YOUR WHOLE LIFE FADE AWAY.
WESTERN WORLD — CONCRETE PRISON.
EVERYBODY DEAD BUT LIVING.
MOTHERFUCKERS LOST THEIR SOULS,
JUST MACHINES WITH HUMAN BONES.
[VERSE 2]
Lunch break gone while the phone line keeps ringing,
“Press one, press two” — corporate system still winning,
No time to breathe, no time to think, no time to exist,
Just another tired slave in the capitalist abyss.
Gas prices rising while the wages stay dead,
People losing fucking minds trying to survive instead,
Machines get repaired when the engine goes wrong,
Humans break too — but nobody gives a fuck for long.
Friday night arrives but the city feels cold,
Drinks overpriced, fake smiles, everybody feels alone,
So he goes back home scrolling endlessly in bed,
Watching other people live while his own soul’s dead.
[HOOK]
I DON’T LIVE — I FUCKING FUNCTION.
MODERN LIFE IS SELF-DESTRUCTION.
WORK. EAT. SLEEP. OBEY.
WATCH YOUR WHOLE LIFE FADE AWAY.
WESTERN WORLD — CONCRETE PRISON.
EVERYBODY DEAD BUT LIVING.
MOTHERFUCKERS LOST THEIR SOULS,
JUST MACHINES WITH HUMAN BONES.
[BRIDGE — distorted / screamed]
THIS ISN’T LIFE.
THIS IS A FUCKING ASSEMBLY LINE.
YOU WAKE UP TIRED.
YOU GO TO SLEEP EMPTY.
AND ONE DAY YOU DIE
WITHOUT EVER FUCKING LIVING.
[FINAL VERSE]
Worked his whole life just to still feel broke,
Missed his kids growing up while chasing overtime smoke,
Wife says he changed — but the system drained the man,
Now he drinks alone wondering where the fuck life went.
Everybody medicated, caffeinated, overstressed,
Smiling in the office while internally depressed,
Modern slavery hidden under suits and LED lights,
A generation mentally dying every fucking night.
[FINAL HOOK — louder / aggressive]
I DON’T LIVE — I FUCKING FUNCTION.
THIS WHOLE SYSTEM BUILT DESTRUCTION.
TRAFFIC. WORK. STRESS. REPEAT.
GRIND YOUR BODY INTO MEAT.
WESTERN WORLD — DIGITAL HELL.
EVERYBODY SICK AS WELL.
NO MORE DREAMS AND NO CONTROL —
JUST MACHINES WITHOUT A SOUL.
[OUTRO — static/noise]
Wake up tomorrow.
Do it again.
And again.
And again.