[Verse 1] You were born into broadcast chains! Your thoughts pre-sold, your blood contained Conditioned filtered rearranged The screen’s our priest, the feed our law. It sells your rage and shapes our gods SCREAM for truth, but truth’s a brand— Curated lies by corporate hand. Your fridge don’t care, your phone’s a snitch, Your smart TV’s a treacherous bitch. The algorithm knows your shame— And sells it back with a different name. [guitar solo] [Chorus] PANOPTICON PRIESTS IN YOUR HEAD! Before birth and long after death Conditioning thoughts to build an empire Consent is a product, sold through desire! [Verse 2] “I’m mad as hell!” — we all scream loud! But the ads still play to the docile crowd. “I’d buy that for a dollar!” — what a steal! Your rage is branded, mass appeal. “Service guarantees citizenship!” So sign your soul biometric chip. “Your move, creep!” — the cops invade, Martial law reigns now, the future is INSANE [guitar solo] PANOPTICON PRIESTS IN YOUR HEAD! Before birth and long after death Conditioning thoughts to build an empire Consent is a product, sold through desire! [Verse 3] “There is no America. No democracy. Only Blackrock, Vanguard, and State Street" These are the nations—wired and cold, Liberty is the lie that's sold “The world is a business,” they preach with pride, Life is monetized and sanitized. “You’re never gonna get any truth from us,” Just forever wars and infrastructure rust! [Pre-Chorus] (Smile for the lens, you’re on the show! Privacy died a long time ago!) (Stick your head out, scream and cry— But the ratings spike when you say goodbye!) [Final Chorus] PANOPTICON PRIESTS IN YOUR HEAD! Before birth and long after death Conditioning life to feed the empire Consent is a product, sold through desire! [breakdown] United Corporations, realized The mind a product fully colonized!
