Текст пісні
Born in the smoke, raised by the screen
Fed on the hunger, sold to the machine
A child with no name, a worker with no voice
Freedom is fiction — consumption the choice
Money baptizes in rivers of greed
The holy investors decide who will bleed
Paper and prophets, both covered in flame
The market's the temple, the war is its name
Hands up, to the sky of wires!
Pray now — to your holly buyers!
Welcome to the Factory of Flesh!
Where bodies burn and dreams are fresh!
Welcome to the Empire divine —
Ash and blood, the profit's line!
Faces on screens, erased in light
The system feeds, day and night
Steel against skin, the heartbeat slows
Under the crown, the worker bows
Zion's throne, built on debt
Children sold on internet
Gold in hand, blood in trade
Freedom bought, humanity paid
Hands up, to the sky of wires!
Pray now — to your fucking buyers!
[♫]
Welcome to the Factory of Flesh!
Where bodies burn and dreams are fresh!
Welcome to the Empire divine —
Ash and blood, the profit's line!
Welcome to the Factory of Flesh!
Where bodies burn and dreams are fresh!
Welcome to the Empire divine —
Ash and blood, the profit's line!