Copyright © Hollow Green https://suno.com/@hollowgreen Thank you for listening and for the comments! ---------------------------------- GEORGE IN 2084 Verse 1 George woke up before the dawn, The lights came on at half past six, A message waiting on his screen, Another automated fix. "Account suspended. Risk review." No reason given. No appeal. A payment flagged somewhere last week, Now everything felt strangely real. His money lived inside the network, The Central Bank Digital Currency. No cash hidden in a drawer, No alternative. No emergency. Pre-Chorus George had never broken laws, Never robbed or lied before, But in 2084 That wasn't what they measured anymore. Chorus George in 2084, Every door connects to every door. One red flag. One frozen score. No cash. No alternative. No way outside anymore. George in 2084, The system says it's keeping people safe. Everything is working. George just got in the way. Verse 2 The metro gates refused his pass, His wallet linked, his funds on hold. An officer scanned his identity, A little red light glowed. "DNA not on file." "But I've done nothing wrong." "Then you've got nothing to worry about." The swab went in. The stats rolled on. Search stat. DNA stat. Move-on direction too. Ten minutes flat and three green ticks. A productive morning through. Chorus George in 2084, Every door connects to every door. One red flag. One frozen score. No cash. No alternative. No way outside anymore. Verse 3 His workplace gate remained shut, His housing profile under review. The bank. The transit network. The landlord. The blue. One account became ten problems. Ten problems became twenty more. Because every system talked together Like never before. No cash. No backup. No second way to survive. Just one decision somewhere Rippling through his life. Bridge Only forms. Only portals. Only waiting for replies. No one hated George. No one even knew his name. The bank reduced the risk. The police improved the stats. The employer cut exposure. And George absorbed the cost. Final Chorus George in 2084, Sleeping underneath an overpass. The system says he's high risk now. The numbers all agree. George in 2084, Another scan. Another form. Another officer collecting One more easy KPI. No cash. No alternative. No way outside anymore. Outro Three weeks later. Park bench dawn. A shadow crossed his face. DNA record. Search record. Move-on records. No fixed place. The officer checked the screen. "Where there's smoke, There's fire." Then in his most official voice he said: "Move on." George stood up. And moved on. Because every decision followed procedure. Every decision was rational. Every institution protected itself. None of them protected George. And on a bad day... We're not that far from it already.
