Hell is Empty | Machina Aeon

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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

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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.