VERSE 1 (Mike Dynamo)
You don’t trust people
but you trust technology?
You really think men lie
women lie
and numbers don’t?
Who gave you the numbers?
What contract did you sign
to get that device
Play with your porn and Pop your soma!
Anything to dull the pain
from the highjacking of your brain
Spinning out till the techs
too complex
for the unenhanced man
Do you even have the credits to afford the prosthetics?
You don’t trust people
but you trust your senses?
You corporations learned how to manipulate those first
Breaking down the nerves so you never feel nada
It’s a utopia
For anyone more than a product

VERSE 2 (Initial G)
March into the drudgery
bludgeoning up
the burgeoning masses
surgeons cutting virgins
up into powder like detergent
i’m yearning
for the turning of the tide
that will right the burning desire
to exit the inferno
Republic
gone septic
So cryptic
are the laws that govern the infernal machine
that keeps spurning the will of the majority
bullying the minority
sacrificing the core of me
pumping the authority
so march in ya

VERSE 3 (Mike Dynamo)
Black jackets
New funk
Afropunk
We’ll never be owned
New order
Cyberthump
It’s the beat that’ll lead toward the revolution
It won’t be televised
but the execution will be showing world wide
First digital homicide
Cut the brains off
from the hive mind
It’ll hurt at first
But it’ll hurt the megacorps more to impede
and shift the bottom line
Hackers and mindjackers are on the front lines
While cryptocurrency
is our gold mine
We barely trust each other but we have to
Because we know full well we can’t trust you.
Eyes open
Overlay
Reality Augmented
Can’t trust what you see
or what anyone says
It’s not over but it’s damn close
And we aint winning yet
But we will strike a blow

VERSE 4 (Initial G)
Throw away all of your dreams
and learn to glean
that reward only lies in between
the lean mean money making machine
that’s bustin at the seams
while ya megacity grows
nasty from clean
while residents
like refugees
are fleeing
no hope of ever being freed
corporate greed
is about to deplete
all of the resources
And all of the green
like the horsemen of the apocalypse
just recovered their steeds
the megacity
no longer safe for the teens
the air sound and water pollution always careens
the parks and riverside no longer serene
just look at the overpopulated area you’re in
Blast it
can’t block out the sirens and the backed up traffic
the homeless and the criminals
make it seem so drastic
rampant prostitution
drug peddling so classic
pride of the city
now lies flaccid
dripping acid
corroding ya fair city
and smelling so rancid
how would you go about killing the cancer
I asked the question
who’s got the answer
globalization
urbanization
leading population displacement
no disposable income
causing frustration
suicides and homicides
the new norm of
capitalism’s abrasion
trying my patience
downfall of
my generation