| Oppressing you, Oppressing me The bane is called technology
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| No one is free, thought crimes a sin
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| With chips that slip beneath your skin,
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| Barcodes tattooed behind your eyes
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| All seeing cameras in the skies
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| Upgraded forms of mind control
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| Upgraded life, downloaded soul.
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| Rise up and stand up, and get up and go It’s your last chance move quick get out while no one knows
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| R.F. |
| ID I-C chips clipped deep within your bones
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| Gps locater on your wire tapped phone
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| Taking down democracy one brick at a time
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| Leaving the facade but it’s hollow inside
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| Right hand, palm down barcode on your wrist
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| Left hand raised- (right back!) we will resist
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| In the name of what once called liberty
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| We now hold tight to our security
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| Take a deep breath the plastic in your lungs
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| Take a fresh battery and touch it to your tongue
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| Too proud to take too proud to shape to make a sound
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| Mistake replace the tape the time is running down
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| So everything we ever see is makeup and a blue screen
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| Recut re-edit just to recreate the social scene
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| Synthesized flesh designed to impress upon the rest of us The aesthetics of the upper class. |