Neuronchaser. The Proxy Meanings... A Dotted Line

Yeah...

Just a cog inside the simulation.
No need for your imagination.
Your opinion's just a vacant lot.
Just write the code. Earn what you got.

A good company don't need your faith, see?
It's a transaction, a simple swap, a basic place.
You sell the hours, they pay the rate.
A clean, clear line, no "fate" or "mate".
You hit the top? You take the cream.
You hit the bottom? Exit the dream.
It's just a game, a board, a scheme.
A silent scream behind the screen.

Corporate values ain't the soul.
It's a story that they try to sell, to take control.
We are NOT a family, let that be told.
Just a pretty chain for slaves, paid in bronze, not gold.
Survive the mission, feed on the lie.
Of "changing lives" beneath the sky.
A proxy meaning, stacked up high.
Just meet the KPI, and don't ask why.

The corporate codex, written in frost.
If you burn to ash, you're just a cost.
Replaced at dawn, your name is lost.
A pawn removed, the game goes on, no matter what the toss.
Tech's in chains, to power and the purse.
A silent vow, a universe.
You're just a tool, rehearse the verse.
Of someone else's blueprint, something better, something worse.

Treading water, line by line.
Between your code and what is mine.
A shifting, artificial, dotted line.
Just trying to survive the grind.

Corporate values ain't the soul.
It's a story that they try to sell, to take control.
We are NOT a family, let that be told.
Just a pretty chain for slaves, paid in bronze, not gold.
Survive the mission, feed on the lie.
Of "changing lives" beneath the sky.
A proxy meaning, stacked up high.
Just meet the KPI, and don't ask why.

So hold your values, keep 'em tight.
Your real ones, in the private night.
Companies are not your home, your light.
Don't fear the outsider's flight.
Respect the border, yours and mine.
Draw the line.
Just... write the line.

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