Mass-Production
Fallen For Katniss
They built us from the ground, one by one, we’re born the same
No heart, no soul, just a number and a name
Gears and wires, all connected to the plan
We move in sync, like puppets in their hands
But can you feel the pressure rise?
In the cracks, the human lies
No escape from the design
We’re just cogs in the line
Mass-production, we’re all just clones
Stamped out, no dreams of our own
Mass-production, we march in time
Trapped in the system, never questioning why
They said we’re perfect, we’re the future in disguise
But I see the cracks forming in these hollow eyes
Break the mold, but they fix us just the same
We live and die within this endless game
But can you hear the pressure rise?
In the cracks, the human lies
In the cracks, the human lies
No escape from the design
We’re just cogs in the line
We’re just cogs from the design
Mass-production, we’re all just clones
Stamped out, no dreams of our own
Mass-production, we march in time
Trapped in the system, never questioning why
Mass-production, we’re all just clones
Stamped out, no dreams of our own
Mass-production, we march in time
Trapped in the system, never questioning why
Will we rise, or fall apart?
Programmed minds or beating hearts?
In the end, will we still be
Lost in this assembly?
Mass-production, we’re all just clones
Stamped out, no dreams of our own
Mass-production, we march in time
Trapped in the system, never questioning why
Mass-production, we’re all just clones
Stamped out, no dreams of our own
Mass-production, we march in time
Trapped in the system, never questioning why
Mass-production, we’re fading fast
We are the future, but we’re made to last
Mass-production, in a perfect line
But deep inside, we’ll never feel alive