ZUMBI.EXE (English Version)
Abismo Cavado e Medicado
I woke up with the screen in my face
I haven't even opened my eyes yet I'm already at work
Checking likes, stories, notifications
Good morning, slave: Welcome to your prison
Huxley got the year wrong, but he got the method right
Soma now fits in your pocket
No need for bars, no need for walls
Your favorite cage is your own future
Scrolling through digital anesthesia
Consuming everything producing nothing real
Debord already shouted, no one heard
The show goes on and you applauded
Zombie running on a loop
Swallowing data like food
Trading attention for validation
Welcome to the greatest nameless addiction
A thousand followers, zero conversations
Influencer of nothing an audience of pieces
Formatted, pasteurized, packaged
You don't consume the system, you are the product
Will the revolution be broadcast live?
No, it will be sponsored and monetized
Thirty seconds of rage skip at the end
Next video, next funeral
Scrolling through digital anesthesia
Consuming everything producing nothing real
Debord already shouted, no one heard
The show goes on and you applauded
Zombie running on a loop
Swallowing data like food
Trading attention for validation
Welcome to the greatest nameless addiction
You are not connected
You are formatted
It is not freedom
It is consented control
The matrix didn't need agents
It just needed an efficient algorithm
That knows you better than you know yourself
And sells you back what you thought first
And it's not just me, it's all of us
Elegant zombies with wi-fi and a voice
Marching in silence toward the next screen
While real life rots away at the window
Baudrillard said the real has become a simulacrum
The like has become affection, the feed has become sacred
We worship the idol that never saw us
And we call this connection what irony
Zombie running on a loop
Swallowing data like food
Trading attention for validation
I turn off the screen and start over
Notification received
Ignored
The references I drew on
Huxley the soma from brave new world, the social control drug, has become the smartphone
Guy debord the society of the spectacle, where everything becomes performance and image
Baudrillard the concept of the simulacrum, where the copy replaces the real
The matrix pop culture that everyone immediately connects to the theme
The phrase: You don't consume the system, you are the product is the ironic heart of the song
The final outro leaves room for a drum fill that fades away gradually
That heavy silence that says more than any note