SnowCrash Project

My eyes, slowly rise from a shut state
Clearly an open and shut case
Imprisoned, by the syndicate
Microchips implanted in my wrist I get
Branded mugshot scan it along with a handprint
And the biometric tracking is mandatory where my story begins
Just another prisoner who is making amends
The cell doors open
Everyone exits their cells in a uniform motion
But none of us move until the guard has spoken
Cause a broken jaw ain't a pleasant notion
And our cold titanium stalls become walls (door shutting)
Gravity shackles engage
Between my thin wrists and I shift my legs

Shuffle past the med ward
Where the med board is hard at work with their record
Sedate the inmates and make peace
So strayed seeds and crazies one day cease
To miscalibrate the state's needs
By doing just whatever they pleased
You gotta follow every law to the letter
Or find yourself in prison sitting with men who refuse doing better

"A new privacy application is making waves in the news again
After another wave of arrests have brought down at least 35
People in six states related to online privacy and neutrality"

I'm fresh to my con-clique -
A conclave of convicts who wronged this
System devoid of all conflict upon which
Speaking out gets you jailed with a promptness
Speech is a crime defined by the law now
Incorrect speech incarcerate long now
Used to be the way to the convey your freedom
Now it's just a way to display your demons

Fuck police
Beat fellow citizens up on the streets
The ones they swore to protect from elites
But now fight their battles with batons and beat
Anyone who doesn't conform to the "norm"
Established by the branches of a government born
From a document draft that ensured our survival
But instead it destroyed all our rights to rival

Because the corrupt found a way to stop it
No one pure of soul finds their way into politics
So all this voting is represented
By representatives who were bad to begin with
Then the promise of money became true
Every vulture took a piece of the loot
Now all the people at the bottom they got nothing to do
Except watch as their world slowly fades to blue
...But it wasn't always like this

 

Liquid crystals beaming brands Against 

a skyline scraped by buildings and
A strand of sand moistened by the gentle hand
Of the waves that slowly cleanse the land
Of sins forgotten
Some say this place is rotten
But it's the only home that I've ever known
Basked in washed-out neon tones
Structures of stone shall mask the unknown

Graphite colored streets gridded neatly
Edged by walls of grease and graffiti
Plots of land of where the palm trees sway
Next to the alleyways in decay
Reflected screens in serene puddles
Disturbed by trucks, exiting tunnels
Splashing pedestrians of the evening
My city stays living and breathing (breathing)

San Secuestro: where the dregs and best go
To seek fortunes in escrow
Most rob, cheat and steal for their nest, though
The rest process the echo (echo)
I process the system, the network
Propagating data for hire - a true expert
Corporate interests keep the lights on
Coding up the dirt in Python (Python)

Well its another balmy evening in San Secuestro, 78°
With another light drizzle expected tomorrow morning
In business news the five major telecom carriers have successfully petitioned for their merger
Electing to go under the name "The Syndicate"
The CEO of the newly-formed entity, Nice Guiman, has personally ensured his company's pledge to unregulated and unrestricted Internet
Even though his company now has an effective monopoly
Controlling over 85% of wired and wireless communications in the country
One can only hope the hard-fought battle for this merger
Which required extensive lobbying by multiple telecommunication and special interest groups
Will not adversely affect the average consumer in pricing and usage
Here's Brandon with sports