Track

Fiber cables

By La caja roja
38 Plays

​Fiber cables biting through the skin A constant flow, a taste of sin. Algorithms dictate every beat In this noise where shadows all retreat. Glowing screens, needles made of glass Sewing up your eyes as the moments pass. ​Swipe the finger, consume the hollow space The world’s pulse is cold in this digital place. Freedom wears a neon, bright disguise While silence is the cage where the spirit dies. ​Feed me with the light until I cannot see the shadow Let the system's echo be the only name I follow. In the silent net, there is no room to scream An electric heaven, an infinite scheme. Feed me with the light... until I disappear. ​Comfort is the warden, the new iron hand They give you the answer, they hollow the land. Invisible chains woven into the feed We are the map, the prey, and the greed. No more questions, only a reflection Watching our lives from a safe disconnection. ​Cut the cord, but there’s no way out. Erasing the trace, erasing the doubt. The system breathes, it’s watching you still Everything you love is under its will. Under its will! ​Feed me with the light until I cannot see the shadow Let the system's echo be the only name I follow. In the silent net, there is no room to scream An electric heaven, an infinite scheme. ​Blinding light... Deadened shadow... The net... keeps... us...

genre

Metal

mood

Aggressive
Released 7/18/26, 4m 9s