Cameras Everywhere, No Discretion

I've been driving these back roads forty-five years or more. Seen the lines

change color, seen the rules rewrite the law. Used to be a warning,

used to be a choice. Now the road just watches quietly,

never hear a voice. No lights in the mirror, no siren call.

Just eyes in the shadows watchin' us all. Yeah, it's cameras everywhere,

in the trees, behind the walls. Unmarked cars with nothing on them, waitin' for you

to fall. Used to be about judgment, now it's numbers they adore.

Tick a box, raise the tally, send a fine and ask for more.