WHAT THE FLOCK [Intro] They called it safety. Then they mapped every road. [Verse 1 — Rhythmic] Black-eyed bird on a solar pole, Watching every car that rolls. Reads your plate, your paint, your ride, Marks the place and stamps the time. No accusation, no warrant shown, You just happened to drive home. Every errand, every stop Becomes another little dot. [Pre-Chorus] Freedom rarely dies at once With soldiers at the door. Sometimes it disappears beneath The cameras we ignore. [Chorus] What the flock Is watching every road and block? Logging every place we’ve been In case they want to look again. What the flock Put every driver on the clock? You don’t have to break the law To know surveillance isn’t freedom. What the flock Happened to liberty? [Verse 2 — Rhythmic] Make and model, dents and racks, Bumper stickers, travel tracks. Color, scratches, where and when— Then search the whole damn trail again. One town buys a camera feed, Another joins the growing grid. A thousand eyes begin to weave A net around the right to leave. “Nothing to hide,” the faithful say, As privacy gets stripped away. But power built without restraint Won’t always serve the hands of saints. [Pre-Chorus] A tool designed to find one thief Can watch ten thousand more. Once the cage is standing, Someone always locks the door. [Chorus] What the flock Is watching every road and block? Logging every place we’ve been In case they want to look again. What the flock Put every driver on the clock? You don’t have to break the law To know surveillance isn’t freedom. What the flock Happened to liberty? [Bridge — Half-Time] We don’t need another promise. We need limits written down. Who can search it? Who can share it? How long does the data stay around? Bring the contracts into daylight. Make them answer publicly. Safety without accountability Is surveillance dressed as security. If freedom means they track us Every time we cross a line, Then freedom is a slogan On a pole with a camera eye. [Final Chorus] What the flock Is rising up on every block? Every plate becomes a name, Every road becomes a chain. What the flock Who gave the watchers keys and locks? We don’t surrender liberty Just because the lens says “safety.” What the flock— We’re still supposed to be free. [Outro] They called it protection. They built a map of everyone.
