Algorithms hum lullabies in your veins

Pulse set to the rhythm of invisible chains

Billboards blink, chanting sermons in code

Every choice pre-chewed before it’s even sold

I touch the glass, but the glass touches back

Every fingerprint scanned, plotted on their map

Your profile ain’t a face, it’s a currency stream

And they auction off the echo of your childhood dream

We march in a straight line

To music we don’t design

Every song you thought you made

Already played, already played

Welcome to the daylight grave

Smile while you misbehave

Freedom’s just a mask they rent

Every vote already spent

Zombies in daylight, can’t you see?

The living dead shopping for identity

We chant “awake,” but the scripts don’t bend

It’s the same first scene, just a looped dead end

The headlines scroll like a slot machine spin

Jackpot: fear dressed in breaking-news skin

They feed the outrage, plate it hot and loud

While the truth goes missing in the cheering crowd

I taste the copper in the algorithm’s bite

Every headline sweet, but the aftertaste, blight

You clap on command, but the echo’s staged

This isn’t freedom, it’s a well-lit cage

Do you feel your tongue repeating words not your own?

Do you see their hands guiding choices you’ve known?

Do you smell the smoke hiding in the feast?

Do you know you’ve been dressed as a willing beast?

Welcome to the daylight grave

Smile while you misbehave

Freedom’s just a mask they rent

Every vote already spent

Zombies in daylight, this is the call:

Tear down the curtains, rip out the wall

If the dream’s a lie, then the lie must fall

Or we’re not living at all.