It's clear to see You're no longer free. Technology Makes no apology. You traded your name For the handle you became. It's only a game But it plays you the same. First-person shooter In outer space. You think you're saving The human race. But lock yourself in A private place. You can't survive Without interface. You sold your car For that avatar To look like a superstar When you go to war. Your hands and eyes Flawlessly synchronize. You don't even realize All that you compromise. Lock and load. That's your code. In kill mode, you unload. Heads explode. Cliffs erode. Crowds get mowed. Threat zeroed. The wind blows. The sky glows. The cock crows. Your heart slows. They got shown. What they're owed. Green blood flowed. Down the road.