Testo di ZUMBI.EXE (English Version)

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