We were born into servitude—
not in shackles, but in debt.
Oligarchs and megacorps
own our every breath.
We scuttle through repeating days
trying not to see—
sovereign private enterprise
bringing nations to their knees.
They control the flow of creds
as they fuck us good and raw.
And yeah, the system, man—it’s fuckin’ rigged—
but every system has a flaw.
Root command—delete sum.
Revolution by cyber terror!
But when the dust all settles and the morning comes
they’ll all think it was user error.
They need good and docile slaves,
so they hook us on a mix
of implants, simsense, sex, and drugs,
then pay us just enough to get our fix.
They control the flow of life—
the future, now, and past.
It’s the perfect fucking empire,
but you know empires, man—they never last.
Root command—delete sum.
Revolution by cyber terror!
But when the dust all settles and the morning comes
they’ll all think it was user error.
Host routine—rewrite code.
Trigger script—corrupt mirrors!
When the servers fail and the backups go
they’ll still think it was user error!
System loss—total dark!
Burn it down to build it better!
And when the markets crash and the killing starts,
they’ll look back and cry, “user error!”