So first up, "They wired minds to crave poison"—basically, what I’m saying is, they (like, big companies, media, whoever’s running the show) figured out how to mess with people’s heads. They programmed us to want stuff that actually hurts us. Not just by accident—they designed it that way. Junk food, addictive apps, fake happiness—all that stuff that feels good for two seconds but leaves you emptier afterward.

Then, "sold ghost desires as salvation"—this one’s about how they sell us these dreams that aren’t even real. Like, “Hey, buy this thing, and you’ll be happy forever!” But it’s a ghost—you can never actually catch it. It’s just a shadow they keep dangling in front of you, pretending it’s gonna save you or complete you. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

Next, "Comfort? A trapdoor." You know how we're always told, “Get comfy, stay safe, chill out”? Yeah, not always a good thing. That comfort they're selling? It’s a trap. It keeps you stuck, soft, not questioning anything. It’s like falling asleep on a trapdoor and not realizing someone can just pull the lever whenever they want.

Then there’s "Status? A sickness wrapped in silk." This one’s basically me saying, chasing status, trying to look important or successful—it’s toxic. It looks nice (that’s the “wrapped in silk” part) but underneath it’s making you sick. It’s anxiety, insecurity, fear of losing your spot. It’s not real strength, it’s a costume.

And finally, "Subconscious mines, where they dug for gold and buried souls." Man, this one’s dark. It’s about how they don't just take your money or your time—they dig deep into your mind. They tap into your fears, your dreams, your instincts—mining you like you’re just some resource to be exploited. They pull out whatever’s valuable for them (your attention, your loyalty, your money) and leave you emptier inside. Like your soul’s just left underground somewhere, forgotten.

So yeah, that’s what I was getting at with that one. It’s basically about how a lot of the stuff we think is “normal life” is actually carefully designed to keep us hooked, small, and kinda lost—all while thinking we’re making choices for ourselves.