Master Dy - Modern Apocalypse

Modern times, we race the clock,
Lost in screens, the world we unlock,
Futures built on thousands lines of code,

No time to breathe, no time to see,
Is this progress, or a twisted decree?
Yet the human connections erode,

Bytes and codes, rule the day,
Human touch, fade away,
Screens on command, and the futures unfold,
This digital storm, we can't find our place,

We reached a point so high,
Where even the gods can't fly,
No religion can rescue us.

In this age of bytes and light,
Navigating choices, wrong and right,
The world was manipulated just
for you to think you are free
Yeahhh

In screens we're lost, a modern spell,
Our lives controlled, can't you tell?
Tech's embrace, a double-edged grace,
In the digital age, our fears we face.

Yet hope persists, in hearts we find,
A path to heal, in humankind's mind.
We must tread wise, with eyes wide,
Embrace tech's gifts, but stay true, side by side.

Bytes and codes, rule the day,
Human touch, fade away,
Screens on command, and the futures unfold,
This digital storm, we can't find our place.