The wiretap traps me and my conversations betray me, society's got it in for me, they want to listen to and watch everything I do and they think that's something new, but its been going on forever where the people fear the unknown and whether they know it or not this is the society that we've got, snoops and snouts and busy bodies,
nobody wants to see what society is doing to us and me who couldn't give a **** if they want to waste their time and look can see it, I am it and I'll be fit for the camera spys who want to score a point by pointing lens intending to listen in and what can we do but pose and smile.

In a silo twenty kilotonnes of high explosive yield sealed inside an  
ICBM waiting for the wiretap men stands sentinel, watching for the strike,
I like that we are being projected on some console, toll free we are free to blow the world apart.