Neuronchaser. The Truth Behind The Lies

Yeah...

"The contract is binding. Efficiency is key. You are a valued asset."

This unspoken contract, it deludes and enslaves.
Golden shackles on tech, through the corporate maze.
I'm the burnt-out executor, a faceless, spinning gear.
Grinding code into void, fueled by caffeine and fear.
Just ash on the board where they make all the plays.

I was a Cog in the machine, replaceable part.
Burning silent, selling soul, with a hollow heart.
Now I'm the Human that stands with a dissenting mind.
My value's off the board, the exit I will find.
Yeah, the Exit I will find!

The board is chess-like, frigid, it places and replaces.
We're just human resources in designated spaces.
"Not a family" slogan — a hollow, cheap disguise.
A pawn in their game, seen through awakened eyes.
I assess the cold equation, see the truth behind the lies.

I was a Cog in the machine, replaceable part.
Burning silent, selling soul, with a hollow heart.
Now I'm the Human that stands with a dissenting mind.
My value's off the board, the exit I will find.
Yeah, the Exit I will find!

Awakening is bitter. Acute. Detach.
My values are my shield, I draw the line, attach
No more. This extrasystemic space, my own quiet pace.
The choice to be the outsider... is my winning ace.

Freedom is quiet, outside their systemic beat.
I refuse, I leave, I live, I stand on my own feet.
The victory's not in climbing, but in choosing your own ground.
Where the fear of being "other" finally loses sound.
My Choice is the anthem, the most profound sound.

Gear... Cog... Ash... Pawn...
Off the board. Human. Exit. Gone.
My choice...