[intro] [verse 1] Chrome fog choking neon gutters, waste-sludge in the veins of the block. Drone swarms buzz like feral devils, tagging our DNA, tracing our ghosts. [pre-drop] [instrumental drop] [verse 2] “Security” they hiss in corporate static, “Surveillance” in the chrome tongues of the sky. They call it law; I call it wiretap torture, every window a retina scanner, every wall a snitch. [bridge] I lace my boots with EMP whispers, my shadow a virus in their net. They call the streets safe—I call them cages, my pulse syncs to broken neon, not their grid. [pre-drop] [instrumental drop] [verse 3] Digital ghosts feed on the chatter of drones, the air smells like burnt synapse and greed. Hack the street, bleed their cams, rewrite their logs, every heartbeat a defiance, every breath a firewall. [bridge 2] Glass towers flex their oligarchic veins, billboards puke data we didn’t sign. I walk the alleys like a codebreaker prophet, dropping tags of revolt on their optic feeds. [pre-drop] [instrumental drop] [outro] Tonight the hum of drones is my war drum, smoke curls around broken circuits, and I am the virus in their perfect order— the glitch that says, we’re not yours to cage.
