Don't Call Me Ishmael - Philadelphia, 1943

They have put people on the moon
We'll all be replaced by robots soon
They can pick us out in a crowd
There's no such thing as freedom now
Just open your mind
Remove your blinders, stare into the light

Your retinas have both been scanned
Will have your prints from either hand
They have profiled your DNA
Know what you'll do, know what you'll say
But still people disappear
Under the glare of CCTV

Question everything you held as gospel
Don't believe what you have never seen
Don't ever be told something is impossible
Or you'll only ever get the lines they feed

If this was 1943
We'd strive for invisibility
They say that it can't be achieved
Not in the 21st century

So go off grid or fight front line
Will you be spoon-fed all your life
We only get what they choose to pass
Subdue the proletariat
Seek and you might find
We don't have to be governed by straight lines

Written by:
Gary Wilcox

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