Digitized
MorticitePrying into our lives-forbidding us from being free
Tracking what we do and following our transactions
With numbers attached to our names technology presents infractions
No protection from being robbed of our personal space
Very easily our whole existence could be erased
Endless torment with rights being waved in our face
When in truth the lies pile up the waste
Useless beings like robots for the machine
No reason for going on in the current regime
Toying with our minds telling us we have our freedom
When in this so called reality our brains are numb
All this has been going on for centuries
It's just gotten easier with technology
Adding to our files with our actions day to day
Pawns in this game-we're filled with dismay
Pinpointing faults and eliminating the weak
With all the information that we may have leaked
Picking at random-numbers to play with
"Sweet land of liberty"-an age old myth
Hopelessly we go on-no one left to protect our rights
Not enough honest people left to put up a fight