Verse 1 Once an iron cage, now light and pixels, invisible until you hold the scanner – zap, digital brand. Smartphone in your pocket, our warden never sleeps, we charge it every night so it can certify us again tomorrow. We queue like junkies, eyes shining bright, waiting for the new model – finally inside the prison. Perfect, right? The first prisoners in history who pay good money for their own damn chains.Chorus Sugar! QR Code! IKEA Sofa! [female voice whispers softly] The Holy Trinity of the new age! We pay, we scan, we swallow sweet poison, and call it progress – cool, right? Sugar! QR Code! IKEA Sofa! [female voice whispers softly] Three gods of plastic, light and caffeine, we sacrifice ourselves with a smile on our face, as long as the sofa is soft and the label is green! Verse 2 There’s not enough left for third teeth anymore, but the Third Reich gets threatened every single day. Chewing Haribo between the ruins of fear, Caesar, Alexander, Khan – always the same old game. Millions in the dirt, one man thrones in the glass palace, nothing new under the sun, just the next update waiting. We wait for the next butcher, as long as Netflix runs and the chocolate’s still there. [female voice whispers] I don’t have a car… [female voice whispers] I don’t have a laptop… [female voice whispers] I don’t have any teeth left… The Three knocks at the door. Nescafé – bitter gold for the soft ones, inflation eats the Id, the Superego wants blood. Three lies to keep us calm: “I love you.” “I have the QR Code.” “The coffee is still warm.” Verse 3 Damn close to the truth, but the filter doesn’t fit. Model sold out, sea blockade eats the spare parts. Daddy can’t find the QR Code, Daddy fixes nothing. The Id screams for something sweet – the shelves are empty. Reality poorly kept, moral of the story: The chocolate is all gone in the store. And we sit on the sofa, scan the code like good boys, charge the warden – and dream of the next update. Final Chorus Sugar! QR Code! IKEA Sofa! [female voice whispers intensely] We are the first prisoners – and we love it! Sugar! QR Code! IKEA Sofa! [female voice whispers intensely] Paying for the chains, scanning for happiness… Until the battery dies. Until the chocolate is gone. Until the light goes out.