Chorus for a song that isn't written yet

This image is from an advertisement
for products that can help remove
the bags from your eyes.

Capital sells us products
 to deal with the effects
 of the sleep deprivation
it requires us to undergo
in this era of endless work
in the boundless social factory 

Bags under my eyes
Packed like  a tech nine
Staring down the status quo
And flashing some divine sign
I can never buy time
So I'll have to steal rhymes
From the beats of solitude
That punctuate this hive's mind