They taste the tears flowing down your face
Anywhere you go you don’t feel safe
Beating your head against the wall they’ve built to control, they’ve built to watch
A world wired, a mind monitored, a life reduced to data points and dollar signs. The screen stares back, watching, learning, feeding on fears, tracking tears. Anxiety coils, frustration festers—no escape, no future, just a slow march toward oblivion, swallowed whole by an algorithm that already knows your next move. Every thought predicted, every impulse recorded, every rebellion suffocated before it begins. Privacy is a relic, democracy a slogan, free will a manufactured illusion. You scroll, you buy, you consume—just another name in a long, endless line. The machine doesn’t just own you; it intimately knows you.
Consumer In Line, the latest from Czech artist Empty Young, thrashes against the silent stranglehold of surveillance, a lament for lost privacy and a rage against the machine that catalogs every click, every thought, every impulse before it even forms. Social media, AI, the digital panopticon—an unseen hand building the wall higher, brick by data-mined brick, while the world scrolls itself into submission.
The guitars jangle like static in a frayed wire, basslines throb with urgency, vocals cut through with the raw tension of someone screaming into the void. There’s something of Chameleons’ Script of the Bridge in its bones; something of Clan of Xymox’s Medusa in its midnight gloss, something of Killing Joke and The Fall in its spit and fire. The track sneers and seethes, a soundtrack to the slow erosion of agency. No exit, no escape—just another consumer in line, staring at the wall that already knows their name.
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