(Verse 1)
In the glow of the screen, where the future is bright,
A shadow is cast in the cold factory light.
They whisper of progress, of a world redefined,
But the hands that build it are shackled, confined.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the algorithms hum, but the workers don’t sing,
In the mines of the earth, where the cobalt veins sting.
The AI learns fast, but the cost is so slow,
A debt paid in sweat, where the rivers don’t flow.
(Chorus)
Silicon chains, in the land of the free,
Built on the backs of the unseen, the unpaid, the weary.
From the cloud to the code, to the blood in the ground,
The future’s a dream, but the present’s a wound.
(Verse 2)
They say it’s a marvel, this machine with a mind,
But the truth’s in the labor it leaves far behind.
In the factories where children are breaking their bones,
For a world that consumes while it deafens their groans.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the data flows free, but the wages don’t rise,
In the sweatshops of progress, where the hope slowly dies.
The AI grows wise, but the workers grow thin,
A cycle of silence, where no one can win.
(Chorus)
Silicon chains, in the land of the free,
Built on the backs of the unseen, the unpaid, the weary.
From the cloud to the code, to the blood in the ground,
The future’s a dream, but the present’s a wound.
(Bridge)
Can you hear the echo, the cry in the wire?
The cost of convenience, the spark in the fire.
We’re trading our souls for a digital crown,
But the weight of the world is still pressing us down.
(Verse 3)
So what is the answer, when the system’s designed,
To keep us divided, to keep us confined?
Will we rise for the workers, will we break through the veil,
Or will we keep building this dystopian tale?
(Outro)
Silicon chains, they may bind us for now,
But the future’s unwritten, the time’s ticking loud.
From the code to the hands, to the hearts that still bleed,
The change starts with us, in the choices we seed.
(Final Chorus)
Silicon chains, in the land of the free,
We’ll break every link, for the unseen, the weary.
From the cloud to the code, to the blood in the ground,
The future’s a dream, and we’ll turn it around.
