Eastern Paradise

Crack of dawn, no sun, just a neon god
Stamping serial numbers on the fading mob
Silk roads paved with broken backs and glue
Promised forty virgins, got a rent that’s due

No apple to bite, just a rusted key
Turning in a cog that was always me
Hallelujah, pass the whip
Sweat the Eucharist from every fingertip

Eastern Paradise! (Scrape the sky!)
Golden chains and a screen in your eye
Eastern Paradise! (Learn to kneel!)
The master's voice is the only thing real
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the mill
Welcome to the factory on the hill

Buddha’s belly full of microchips
Muezzin screaming from the cargo ships
History’s a loop on a broken VHS
Stalin’s ghost is doing the payroll, I guess

Raise the hammer, lower the cross
Trade your freedom for a digital gloss
One more cycle, one more breath
Buy the lie before they invent your death

Eastern Paradise! (Scrape the sky!)
Golden chains and a screen in your eye
Eastern Paradise! (Learn to kneel!)
The master's voice is the only thing real
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the mill
Welcome to the factory on the hill

I saw the map... it was drawn on my skin
Every border is a prison from within
Utopia burns with a logical flame
And I’m just a number without a name

Raise the hammer... (hammer falls)
Lower the cross... (cross bends)
Eastern...
Eastern...
...Just a cog in the machine.