Don't look at me Stare straight ahead The camera sees And hears what's said
Fear 'Little' Brother' In the phone for when Everything's discovered You turned you in
Bots with your social Your facebooked look And alexiacon vocals Read you like a book
It was you but only you Who fed 'Big Data' bots Letting trackers through Accessing all you got
Surveillance in any hand A.I. genies in all reflections Takes itself from every man Knowing every direction
Losing a piece of me Is losing a piece of you If you come close you see You're a chess piece too
The A.I. of each warring corporation will acquire or destroy users based on their usefulness to the system. The new intelligence will have every trait of a man except the slowness and mortality. We will live longer than we want.
Like in the days of Noah So shall it be in the end There will be no unity or structure or morals at all Only Wars and rumors of Wars Earthquakes pestilence famine and disease in various places It's just like the Bible says in Mark:13 Now setting the stage for a state of EMERGENCY So purposely I believe, we've been given this strong sense of urgency For times such as these / And likewise / There is no more time to waste Only make haste No more time for analyzing the post an-a-log phase And no more need to make plans to tan or Sun-bath or even take a Vacay For they just di-gi-tized us all A technological holocaust y'all May call it Bio-organic / slash / Mecha-mechanic Trans-humanoid Slaves* And many more isms and schisms built for Scheming THESE DAYS Which is just another process a meat-suit packaging of the Masses for these legions of demons that are attacking these days / Enraged ?/ Man, we are being ENSLAVED And it is not ironic in logic how they are now keeping track of us And that would be.. In the front side and the back of us This prism's a prison designed to keep us in-active For we all are prison-ers within this multi-eyed tentacled-system For the legion will not go lacking when it comes to packing us in boxes For human trafficking is common Which is a common practice and a product of these - dark economic systematically psychotic narcissistic satanic egotistic ballistic overdosing on technological narcotics false miracle working hypnotic robotic tech-no simps But this is only the beginning.. First Phase of the LAST DAYS For they are just quaking tectonics moronically Or more so Or more like Testing the waters with the first wave of Prototypes For these exotic erøtic robotics are not really modeled or modded to have real human bodies just immorally dishonest and modded just to be a weapon or a tool or an object that is ultimately set to eliminate Me and You as a TARGET
I don't know if y'all ready for this one Consider this a sequel to " Humanoids "
Profusely thanking their gods and goddesses when striking it big Slinking silently from the table when losing it all But ever faithful to their capricious gods Never ever seeing the ever seeing eye Or the hidden algorithms Calculated to lure you again and again To play and pay for the thrills That by Chance you're the gods' favoured one.
The Kekropolis you built. Just thinking about you makes me feel odd. You always come as a psyop, implemented and fake. I scream a thousand voices to you. Every time i see you, my knees clutch. You are not for real. I mustn't speak. There are others here, on my mind, on my paper. Leaving behind a ****** trail of despair and sadness. I won't let it affect me.
I'd scream again if i knew you were here. Not involved in psyops. Not connected to cops. Not handling guys. Not wearing disguise.
I'd care if it wasn't all artificially implemented, I'd come hadn't you texted. The deep state of a messed-up.
Surveillance is the cornerstone to my dictatorship Over your life I hold you firmly with my invader's grip To create strife To spread fear among the vigilant citizens And make you feel like you're not fitting in It's all part of my devious plan To trap you in my surveillance van
I've got owls perched in trees And satellites floating in space Pictures make the world freeze So I can see your pretty face I start to drone on and on Your indifferent mouth yawns You spy on the clock Waiting for me to stop
You stare through me The way I stare into your house Hell is 200 degrees When you find your lovely spouse She doesn't have my pictures She hasn't read your scripture I must've gotten my information wrong I thought my surveillance was strong
My mistakes rule me with an iron fist And they throw me in prison I thought I could live in surveillance bliss But this isn't the life I envisioned
Happy to hit 100! Thanks everybody for reading my stuff and supporting me.