Technocracy Lyrics

Out Of Tune Technocracy

I'm feeling something creeping up my spine
that just needs to be said
it might be something f..cking up my mind
things I recently ate

What it is nobody really knows
All I know I'm about to explode
The corn was glowing the corn was green
spliced genes spliced genes
Vomit vomit vomit vomit

I'm picking up encouragements to violence
straight into my head
It might be christian talk radio
transmitted to my teeth

Radio frequency ID's controlling my mind
implanted on my neck
Turns out mr. Orwell, after all
was quite an optimist

What they are only scientists know
their only function is to control
I'm a number and I'm a barcode
technocracy technocracy no no no no