| My eyes, slowly rise from a shut state
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| Clearly an open and shut case
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| Imprisoned, by the syndicate
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| Microchips implanted in my wrist I get
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| Branded mugshot scan it along with a handprint
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| And the biometric tracking is mandatory where my story begins
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| Just another prisoner who is making amends
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| The cell doors open
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| Everyone exits their cells in a uniform motion
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| But none of us move until the guard has spoken
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| Cause a broken jaw ain’t a pleasant notion
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| And our cold titanium stalls become walls (door shutting)
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| Gravity shackles engage
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| Between my thin wrists and I shift my legs
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| Shuffle past the med ward
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| Where the med board is hard at work with their record
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| Sedate the inmates and make peace
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| So strayed seeds and crazies one day cease
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| To miscalibrate the state’s needs
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| By doing just whatever they pleased
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| You gotta follow every law to the letter
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| Or find yourself in prison sitting with men who refuse doing better
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| «A new privacy application is making waves in the news again
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| After another wave of arrests have brought down at least 35
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| People in six states related to online privacy and neutrality»
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| I’m fresh to my con-clique —
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| A conclave of convicts who wronged this
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| System devoid of all conflict upon which
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| Speaking out gets you jailed with a promptness
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| Speech is a crime defined by the law now
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| Incorrect speech incarcerate long now
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| Used to be the way to the convey your freedom
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| Now it’s just a way to display your demons
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| Fuck police
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| Beat fellow citizens up on the streets
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| The ones they swore to protect from elites
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| But now fight their battles with batons and beat
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| Anyone who doesn’t conform to the «norm»
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| Established by the branches of a government born
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| From a document draft that ensured our survival
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| But instead it destroyed all our rights to rival
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| Because the corrupt found a way to stop it
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| No one pure of soul finds their way into politics
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| So all this voting is represented
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| By representatives who were bad to begin with
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| Then the promise of money became true
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| Every vulture took a piece of the loot
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| Now all the people at the bottom they got nothing to do
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| Except watch as their world slowly fades to blue
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| …But it wasn’t always like this |