Analog man
I'm an analog man
In a digital world
Confused by the randomness
I don't see the patterns
See the patterns
Cameras observe my movements
Keystrokes are recorded
My TV knows what I watch
The cloud keeps my profile
My profile
Why must a few control
The lives of all of us
Maybe they are just bored
Or filling their emptiness
Once there was too much data
For the masters to understand
They spent billions on AI
To know who I am
Know who I am
I survive by hiding
What I think and what I know
Friends and where I go
From computers and my phone
I turn off the computer
I shut off that damn phone
Unless you want the thought police
Banging on your door
Turn off that damn computer
Shut off that damn phone
Unless you want thought police
Banging on your door
Banging on your door