Zeroed Out

“Zeroed Out” is a dark, bass-driven industrial metal critique of a system in which not only money steadily loses its value, but human beings do as well. The song translates the everyday cost-of-living crisis into a cold digital language: green numbers turn red, wages disappear like data loss, promises become corrupted code, and people are reduced to zeroed-out, deletable variables within the system.

The lyrics contrast a world of inflation, rising prices, bills, debt and increasingly uncertain daily life with those who rewrite the rules using “Administrator rights”. While basic necessities become harder to afford below, billions disappear in scandals above, and corruption is no longer an exception, but a standard protocol. The system does not collapse — it simply erases more and more people from itself.

The central image of the song is being zeroed out: a symbol of the process through which human life is gradually reduced to a number, a piece of data and a statistic. Those who work, pay and carry the burden become worth less and less in the eyes of the system, while the machinery continues counting without interruption. Its social criticism is therefore not only economic, but moral as well: it asks what happens when a system stops serving people, begins exploiting them and ultimately removes them.

Musically, “Zeroed Out” is built on mechanical drums, deep distorted bass, heavy guitars and cold synthesizers. Its sound is oppressive, cinematic and machine-like — as though the listener were trapped inside an overloaded system that keeps running without ever stopping.

English-language industrial metal with a strong social message — about inflation, corruption, powerlessness and a world in which human life is slowly reduced to a number in the red, a worthless variable and a deletable piece of data.

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The world's still racing, everyone's in the game,
Even the burned-in code no longer runs the same.
Hope fades from green into a warning red,
While every vital function slowly rots instead.

We stand in line, waiting for a frozen command,
Tomorrow's red numbers are written by today's pen.
The money in our pockets burns away to ash,
Yesterday bought bread—today it's worthless cash.

That monthly green once felt like one more backup saved.
Now it's just another error—massive data fade.
A rush of euphoria when the credit hits the screen,
Then gone like smoke... just borrowed bits remain.

Every raise becomes another unknown variable.
Every promise hides another line of broken code.
On paper everything still looks untouched and whole.
Just keep working... green always turns to red.

Someone up above claims Administrator rights.
Rewriting all our fears with unauthorized writes.
We try to run while the whole system falls apart.
Yet frameworks rise like walls around our hearts.

We're zeroed out—just worthless variables,
That's what those above us wrote in our tables.
Deep inside the system, nothing but zeros,
Like deleted files we're falling through digital noise.

Inflation in our blood, corruption in their veins.
Those above us profit while we bear the chains.
Down here everything we held sacred fades away.
No escape remains... no reboot for this machine.

The store doors open like a daily sentence,
Shelf after shelf, the prices grow like cancer.
Bread is no longer food—it's a bleeding choice.
Meat's just a memory... one failed Sunday save.

The bills keep coming like a murder of crows,
Perching on your window, clawing at your soul.
Even the warmth of home is measured line by line.
Winter moves inside while they invoice all your time.

Someone up above just laughs into the night.
As Administrator, erasing names from sight.
We're only log files on a darkened server's drive.
Fortunes crash in silence... no warning to survive.

We're zeroed out—just worthless variables,
That's what those above us wrote in our tables.
Deep inside the system, nothing but zeros,
Like deleted files we're falling through digital noise.

Inflation in our blood, corruption in their veins.
Those above us profit while we bear the chains.
Down here everything we held sacred fades away.
No escape remains... no reboot for this machine.

It never crashes... it just deletes us.
Nothing ever stops... it only drains us.

The machine keeps counting.
The hands keep taking.
The voices keep selling dreams.
Nothing's ever what it seems.

They rewrite the past.
They inflate the future.
Then bill us for the suit we never chose.
Collected where nobody knows.

The law looks spotless... underneath it rots.
Beneath the seal, corruption eats to the bone.
Those who deserve must wait for every breath.
Those who don't deserve walk straight through heaven's gates.

One hand washes another... the blood remains.
Every signature files another sentence.
Corruption isn't crime... it's standard protocol.
Locked behind firewalls... no one can take control.

We're zeroed out—just worthless variables,
That's what those above us wrote in our tables.
Deep inside the system, nothing but zeros,
Like deleted files we're falling through digital noise.

Inflation in our blood, corruption in their veins.
Those above us profit while we bear the chains.
Down here everything we held sacred fades away.
No escape remains... no reboot for this machine.

The world's still running,
But no one lives.
It keeps on counting,
Yet nothing gives.

We were the last
Human line of code,
Before the algorithm
Zeroed us out.