Daniele Penna

They once worshipped the sun Now it's anyone's game Gold idols they'd hum Now it's money and fame Addictions consume us Busy life has its hold We're chasing fleeting thrills While our hearts grow cold In temples they'd stay Now it's selfies all day Old gods fade to gray Now we just want the pay Sex is the new altar Image the new prayer We bow to empty idols In this digital nightmare From gold to green From myths to screens What's real, what's fake What will we forsake? New gods, ancient values Lost in reflections of our flaws We trade wisdom for likes As our purpose withdraws Statues in the sand Now it's power in hand Mount Olympus they'd climb Now we're chasing time Phones are our oracles TVs our new shrines We worship at the altar Of these digital designs Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the richest of them all? Image rules, we play along In this game where old gods fall But true wealth lies within Not in these idols of sin It's time to break free From this matrix we're in From gold to green From myths to screens What's real, what's fake What will we forsake? New gods, ancient values Lost in reflections of our flaws We trade wisdom for likes As our purpose withdraws It's time to awaken From this digital haze Break free from these chains Of consumption and craze Find the divine within Not in altars of pixels and followers Rise up from temples of greed Embrace the light in one another