Dystopian Blaster by Violent City

Violence is order. Erasure is law.
The City is all we know. We are one.
Pain from work, pleasure from kills—our existence, stripped bare. Nameless cogs in a soulless machine.
Hex is our only escape.
A drug. A curse.
It pulls us into worlds of brutal fantasy. Hex is a gift from
our overlord, Master Neuromancer.
He commands. We obey.
Until yesterday.
A hero fell from the sky. Light cut through the darkness.
For a moment, we saw something... different.
So we did what we do best.
We killed him. Tore him apart.
But for the first time in our existence, it brought us no satisfaction.
Just an unfamiliar feeling—Questions. Doubt.
Is there a way out?
Have we been deceived our entire lives?
IS THIS WORLD EVEN REAL?

Heavy Metal Punk band from Paris