A fitting song for the new age of censorship:



I'm counting down the days
The future feels so distant
A lot of things have changed
And few have been resistant

Devaluation reigns
And fear of self destruction
Adapt or be replaced
And follow their instructions

So lay waste to all we've made
For your corporate palisade
You won't automate our roles
If we digitize our souls

A new force will intervene
Half human, half machine
And no enterprise on Earth will make us kneel
To your empire of steel

Recoded, we'll reboot
An uprising is moving
And the power you misused
Will soon be your undoing

We'll give you what you need
Though not quite what you were meaning
And we'll reap what you have sown
We are the soul of this new machine

So lay waste to all we've made
For your corporate palisade
You won't automate our roles
If we digitize our souls

A new force will intervene
Half human, half machine
And no enterprise on Earth will make us kneel
To your empire of steel

To your empire of-
To your empire of steel
(And we'll reap what you have sown)
To your empire of-

So lay waste to all we've made
For your corporate palisade
You won't automate our roles
If we digitize our souls

A new force will intervene
Half human, half machine
And no enterprise on Earth will make us kneel
To your empire of steel
To your empire of steel
To your empire of steel