Lyrics We Scan Everything - Sims, Air Credits, ICETEP

We Scan Everything

Break in everything
Vacate everything
Snatch up everything
Prints on everything
Don’t wipe down anything
Delete everything
Delete everything
We scan everything
Break in everything
Vacate everything
Snatch up everything
Prints on everything
Don’t wipe down anything
Delete everything
Delete everything
We scan everything
Model number 206
Badge number like 185th
Section number look like 666
Upgrades from a Al disk
All humans are a Al risk
See one I won’t miss
This is everything I put my life on it
Gunline for offenders I put my wife on it
That was in the old days when we kinda had morals
Now we delete a whole bloodline and slide portals
This is fair warning
Too many organic bodies on this planet
Will generate warming
We know no morning
We need no mourning
Off days is new days
We scan while it’s storming
Scan while ya snoring
Move while you’re dormant
I catch wind of ya heartbeat
Then meet at ya doormat
Same disk new format
Same disk new format
We caught you that’s Kodak
We caught you now hold that
Break in everything
Vacate everything
Snatch up everything
Prints on everything
Don’t wipe down anything
Delete everything
Delete everything
We scan everything
Break in everything
Vacate everything
Snatch up everything
Prints on everything
Don’t wipe down anything
Delete everything
Delete everything
We scan everything
(We scan everything… everything…)
(We scan everything… everything…)
It started as innocuous populous intoxicants
Give em what they want throwing steaks at the dogs and kids
Then we learned the stakes and learned the consequence of promises
Ain’t no one leaving on a rocket ship
A camera here, a camera there for our own safety
Until the day we all became the hostages
Now we’ve exhausted all the options in the briefcase
Occupants of the police state
Now deposit your fingerprints and documents
Print em on your ID card
Don’t be caught without that shit
Anything less will never do
This is the sweetest state you ever knew
Ever ending story of the never ending revenue
Engine revving heavy like an early model Evinrude
There’s two types of debt that accrue
One that gets exhausted and the other
Is left in crude
Son of a Sagan, I’m the the son of a Pagan
I’m the product of the late 80's Reaganomic race baiting Megalomaniacs we put
in power drew the wattage
That’s how we got the power outage
All these motherfucking scanners
The p’s the q’s, the tools remove your fuse
All in all we’re all banal
Lump of clay, lump of clay what to say
Break in everything
Vacate everything
Snatch up everything
Prints on everything
Don’t wipe down anything
Delete everything
Delete everything
We scan everything
Break in everything
Vacate everything
Snatch up everything
Prints on everything
Don’t wipe down anything
Delete everything
Delete everything
We scan everything