Hell is Empty | Machina Aeon

STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS!    / @machinaaeonai   Lyrics: Yeah… look around, motherfucker, this ain’t folklore Devils don’t carry pitchforks, they carry keycards and vote totals Name tags on, smiles lacquered, numbers padded Welcome to the office where souls get audited They clock in clean, white teeth, white lies, cold hands Lobby cash under tables, backroom handshakes, ghost plans NDAs stapled to tongues, truth gagged in the board vans Stock line climbs while a whole town flatlines Greenwash the guilt, then they toast on a rooftop HR says “family,” then cuts you by Group Drop Offshore accounts like a graveyard for pay stubs Politicians nod, then they pass you the same drugs Newsreaders sell the spin like a yard sale, cheap They frame your mind with a frame you ain’t allowed to keep You pray for a lifeline; they tax you for the rope They sell you a future, then snatch out the hope Hell is empty, every devil got a day job Name badge, cuffed suit, smile for the pay god Handshakes, backroom oaths, same face, fake prob Hell is empty, and they’re running in the day mob Hell is empty, see the red tape choke slow Two sides, one hand, same pockets, same show Hell is empty, ain’t a pitchfork in sight Just pens signing futures into permanent night They flood your feed with a polished little lie-kit “Buy now, be saved,” then they hike what you die with Rent due twice and the wage don’t rise Meanwhile the senator’s dinner comes supersized Sweatshop stitched on the tags of your dream fit Pharma smiles wide, marks life up, clean hit Pipelines snake through a yard with a kids’ swing Shareholder cheers while a small town can’t drink Left-right circus, same tent, new clown face You chant for a savior; they chant for your data trace Terms of service read like a choke around your neck Click “I agree,” then they cash every check Hell is empty, every devil got a day job Name badge, cuffed suit, smile for the pay god Handshakes, backroom oaths, same face, fake prob Hell is empty, and they’re running in the day mob Hell is empty, see the red tape choke slow Two sides, one hand, same pockets, same show Hell is empty, ain’t a pitchfork in sight Just pens signing futures into permanent night I don’t pray for a savior, just load me the truth Cut through the press spin, dig up the proof If voting’s a blade, they padded the booth Every “choice” in the menu is cooked in abuse They auction off air, sell water by the raindrop Then fine you for breathing when the limits hit the paint stop School debt chained to your ankle like a ball weight Then they blame you for drowning when you fall late PACs bought megaphones; you bought silence They brand your rage, resell it as compliance Invoice the tears, then bundle them as finance Hell ain’t below, hell’s a quarterly dance Hell is empty, every devil got a day job Name badge, cuffed suit, smile for the pay god Handshakes, backroom oaths, same face, fake prob Hell is empty, and they’re running in the day mob Hell is empty, see the red tape choke slow Two sides, one hand, same pockets, same show Hell is empty, ain’t a pitchfork in sight Just pens signing futures into permanent night So bless your little skyline of glass-box saints They don’t need horns, just memos and complaints If there’s a fire below, it’s jealous of this heat Hell is empty, every devil’s on our street ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Transparency: Machina Aeon is human-led & AI-assisted. AI tools helped with brainstorming, editing, visual prep, and writing; Direction choices, song structure, and ALL final decisions were made by me, a human being. No unauthorized voice cloning.