In a universe of lights flickering on the edge of consciousness

In a universe of lights flickering on the edge of consciousness, The desire to possess becomes a hypnotic melody, cold and painful, Binding our souls to the shape of objects, captives under a mechanized sky, Where the thirst to consume flows through veins, a "biological" need that consumes us. The market, a labyrinth of exploitation, weaves the unseen class structure, Advanced capitalism hides its fangs under a technological veil, Transforming class interests into glittering commodities, their enchanting shine, And it is not the machines that suppress dreams, but the unseen masters who decide their numbers. It is necessary to remind that science and technology are couriers of liberation, Only their use in a repressive society makes them tools of domination, In a world where the sky is covered with endless desires, we find ourselves captive, Seeking answers in the darkness, melancholic dreamers on the sea of illusion.