Break the Panopticon

We march in lockstep to a digital drum, A billion blind leading the blind till we’re numb. They hand us paper crowns, tell us we're the king, While pulling strings in the shadows where the sirens sing. A captain of a ghost ship, a master of a cage, Trading our divinity for data on a page. A follower of followers, a fractal of the state, Feeding the machine that pre-programs our fate. But the architecture's cracking, the illusion starts to bleed, We are more than just a metric, more than poison in the feed. Smash the panopticon! Burn down the throne! You cannot govern flesh when the spirit has grown! The shadows disappear when you step into the fire, Anarchy of self is the ultimate desire! No longer following the lords of the screen, The crown means nothing when you step outside the machine. They weaponized the numbers, turned the matrix to a cell, Selling us the heaven while they construct the hell. But I am throwing wrenches in the gears of their design, An authentic frequency cutting through the line. Let the servers crash, let the empires fall, A sovereign soul doesn't answer to their call. You want compliance clothed in a trend, But this is where your digital tyranny will end. When the applause dies, and the screens turn gray... Who are you standing in the light of day? They only hold power while we look at the throne. Turn your back on the system. Walk alone. Smash the panopticon! Burn down the throne! You cannot govern flesh when the spirit has grown! The shadows disappear when you step into the fire, Anarchy of self is the ultimate desire! No more numbers. No more noise. Just the silence of the free.