Intro - The slow, heavy drum beat starts with a dusty, crackling vinyl hiss. A single, ominous piano key strikes and echoes. The sound of a mouse scroll-wheel spinning rapidly) "Five thousand pages of text. Size six font. Do you want the service or not? Just scroll. Keep scrolling. Click accept." [Verse 1 - Calm, steady, rhythmic rap flow, perfectly on the beat] I wanted to install a simple little tool But now I'm reading documents like a first-class fool Sixty-thousand words in a language so complex I need a legal team to tell me what is coming next Paragraph four says they own my first-born child Paragraph nine says my data's in the wild They can track my location, they can listen to my sleep They can sell my inner thoughts to the highest bidder cheap I don't have the time to read the terms and the conditions I just want the software to fulfill my little missions So I drag the scrollbar down to the bottom of the page Sign away my privacy on a digital stage! [Chorus - The beat gets heavier with a low, rumbling bass and a cold, monotone melodic chant] Scroll to the bottom, click the little box Give 'em the keys and change all the locks I agree, I agree, yes, I accept the terms Just another apple full of digital worms Yeah, I clicked it. Now they own my soul. Just another number on the master control. [Verse 2 - The beat continues, but a sharp, rhythmic ticking clock sound is added] They know what I buy, they know what I think They know what I’m eating, they know when I blink If I want to use the network, I gotta play the game Give 'em my address, my passport, my name We’re giving up our freedom for a faster connection Living our lives under constant inspection Track four hundred and two on the master database I signed the contract without looking at their face No one ever reads it, we just click and we go Feeding the beast that we don't really know I sold my digital rights for a free trial run Now the machine is pointing at me like a loaded gun! [Instrumental Break - The slow, heavy beat plays on with a melancholic, echoing synthesizer whine and the constant, rapid clicking sound of a computer mouse] [Bridge - The drums drop out. Only the cold, echoing piano and a low, humming static remain. The voice is a dry, quiet whisper] "By clicking this box... You agree to everything. Even the things... We haven't thought of yet. Are you sure? Yes." (A sharp, metallic keyboard clack sound, and the heavy beat slams back in) [Chorus - The dark, heavy boom-bap chorus returns with maximum bass] Scroll to the bottom, click the little box Give 'em the keys and change all the locks I agree, I agree, yes, I accept the terms Just another apple full of digital worms Yeah, I clicked it. Now they own my soul. Just another number on the master control. [Outro - The beat slowly fades. The crackling vinyl hiss grows louder as the piano chords drift away] "Yeah... I accepted. Who cares, right? It's just my data. We out." (The sound of a heavy vault door slamming shut, followed by a long, low electronic hum)
