The modern age slavery

Prodigious son of technoxication collecting the pieces of victory
Yet numbed by the oppression of newly won freedom,
left astonished, finally enslaved.
Modern age slavery
A figure of beauty made to suffocate under the weight of appearance
Modern age slaves
worship the machine made insanity to shine for grace and glory
To defeat a cruel nature but stand up destroyed.
You've been blessed by your own shame to drink the blood of the world
As a lancet to dissect feelings
As the softest hand to strangle
That's your freedom: slavery.
Prodigious son of technoxication hear the dumb cry of history
Echoed the voice of your contradictions
left astonished, finally enslaved.
Modern Age Slavery
A figure of beauty that will suffocate under the weight of appearance
Modern Age Slaves
worship the machine made insanity
to shine
but what are you shining for?
But what are you living for if your freedom is slavery
And Your belief is none?