Digital Panopticon

Picture lying, voices clone. A thousand faces, none your own. Every kiss,

every tear, every war could be code in a server farm.

They'll sell the cure before your eyes. Trust us, we'll make the

real arise. One little chip, one little mark. A glowing stamp to pierce the

dark. They swear it's safe, they swear it's proof.

A firewall between lies and truth. But the leash is ready, the cage is

set. And freedom just a silhouette. Give them your name,

give them your face. Link it forever to one locked place.