It's the way we view the world
through blinkered eyes
Claustrophobic in the darkness
shuttered from the light
Always hoping for the best
never expecting the worst
Into ourselves we immerse
The crowds on the High Street
Reflect the solitary lives that we lead
View the world in the palm of their hand
Never seeing past the end of their feet
Enslaved to a 6" screen
Sharing information so comfortably
With no uncertainty
But confusion starts within
As the walls come closing in
The satellites orbiting round and round
Beaming information back to the ground
As we whisper breathlessly
beneath the constant gaze of the enemy
Stationed on every corner the silent sentry
Behavioural profiling for database entry
Through miles and miles of network cables
to central control
and the banks
of black and white screens
They're watching you, watching them, watching me
As we blink into the light
Fists clenched ready to fight
and start to raise the questions they say
"It's for your own protection
and if you've done nothing wrong you'll have nothing to hide!"
So the radar towers and listening stations
Guarded by men with guns and uniforms
Are no longer needed, they've been succeeded
By the black box informer in your living room
and forward facing/backward thinking
windscreen mounted cameras
To protect ourselves
and to police each other
It's for my own protection
but I've done nothing wrong
and I've got nowhere left to hide
