108 — Surveillance Code

[Intro – whispered, panned left/right] One… zero… eight… A camera. A pattern. A recording. [Verse 1] I saw the number in the scanner light, Burned in the screen of every thought, Toxic math in the code of night, A law no human ever taught. Every sensor hums the same refrain, Every breath is an ID key, Life is a file, a tagged domain, And I am watched while watching me. [Pre-Chorus] Patterns don’t lie — they’re invasive, Every fear becomes persuasive. Walls are painted as protective, You were observed, now elective. [Chorus / Drop] One-oh-eight — surveillance state, Frozen breath, we simulate. Life rewrites, they calculate, Truth is trapped — they modulate. Sin of thought, judged by rate, Track and trace, they validate. One-oh-eight — they confiscate, Hidden laws dictate — no escape. [Verse 2] Low latent feed, ports wide open, Ads drip down like chemical rain. Shadow scripts in your phone are spoken, Pain gets mined as profit gain. Transubstance, flesh into frame, Face becomes code, time runs slow. You are just a tagged last name, Built for them to read and know. [Bridge – half-time beat, whispered] Psycho-analysis, scan each breath… Thoughts marked and sorted by their depth… Interrogate… subjugate… You were in the system from the first update. [Drop / Chorus – heavier] One-oh-eight — decode the jail, Hard-drive ghosts beneath the veil. Data bleeds from skin so pale, Every soul is a tracked email. Digital sirens, coded hail, Break your will, they never fail. Truth is locked inside the mail — Love is a glitch that cracks their shell in the final gale. [Verse 3] Life is a question pulsed in light, Why this lens on every wave? We are not free — we’re in sight, We are the watched, we are the slave. Patterns sweeping, worlds they hide, Every cell is their silent "see." You were trained to stay inside, Born and logged in their font as key. [Final Chorus – uplifted, stripped] One-oh-eight — we understand, Fear is coded into the plan. Signal, static, screen, and hand — One long scan, one dead brand. We were blind — now here we stand, Time’s a feed, a constant band. Only glitch — the final strand, Cut the wire, break their command. [Outro – whispered, fading] You were never missing from the file. You were under watch, recalling all the while.