Wake up, shower, eat, work, repeat.
The slaves toiling away till the night-time,
The high-rise, a sanctuary, or a prison?
Students work hard and study,
For what, to become a slave or a slave-master?
The sole dream of earning big bucks,
As hollow and inferno-like as the devil’s abyss?
People selling their souls to the devil, compassion on the back burner.
Zombies coming out of their dens on the weekends, like ants emerging from a hive.
Soulless beings walking the nigh-time streets, raving in the clubs,
Booze overflowing, music blaring, humanity non-existent.
The architecture of belief, philosophy, and morality, what the hell is that?
Isn’t happiness our goal, drugs the key, and money the medicine?
Humanity keeps sinking as success is defined by wealth alone,
An angry generation, hamster on a running wheel.