“Digital Puppeteer”
In the neon glow of midnight’s reign,
Wires pulse like veins beneath the skin.
A puppeteer with electric strings,
Manipules the world within.
Dance, dance, to the binary beat,
Lost in the code, we concede defe.
A digital god behind the screen,
Pulling the strings of our machine.
Eyes transfixed on the glowing pane,
Feeding on data, numb to pain.
An algorithm’s cold embrace,
Guides us through this endless maze.
Dance, dance, to the binary beat,
Lost in the code, we concede defe.
A digital god behind the screen,
Pulling the strings of our machine.
Freedom’s ghost in circuits confined,
Echoes of thoughts we left behind.
In this world where shadows play,
We are but pawns in their display.
Dance, dance, to the binary beat,
Lost in the code, we concede defe.
A digital god behind the screen,
Pulling the strings of our machine.