Lyrics
[Intro]
Got your HOA trembling right now. Smile for the lens, America.

[Verse 1]
Flock safety on the corner, reading every single plate,
You traded in your privacy to feel safe inside the gate.
They track you to the grocery, they track you to the bank,
And you pay them for the privilege while your liberties all sank.
They sold you on a promise of a crime-free little zone,
But now the local council has a tap inside your phone.
You’re logging every visitor, you’re logging every friend,
And building up a database that doesn’t have an end.

[Verse 2]
OmniCorp loves a neighborhood that polices its own streets,
Uploading every movement while the algorithm eats.
Mass subservience packaged as a neighborhood watch,
Got you snitching on yourselves, taking it up a notch.
I’m rolling through the suburb in a million-dollar ride,
Flashing chrome dental implants with nowhere left to hide.
You’re paying for the cameras, you’re paying for the feed,
You’re funding the exact machine that operates on greed.

[Chorus]
Flock you and the lens you rode in on!
Your suburban panopticon is a digital con!
I’m spraying black paint on your crystal ball,
When the Savior comes knocking, the cameras will fall!

[Verse 3]
Karen’s got the app open, checking who drove by,
Thinking she’s a patriot, acting as the spy.
You built a little prison with a manicured lawn,
Data mining every neighbor from the dusk until the dawn.
You scrutinize the delivery, you scrutinize the mail,
Creating your own personal and highly funded jail.
You think that you’re the warden, but you’re locked inside the cell,
Ringing up the devil just to say that all is well.

[Verse 4]
I got the gold chains swinging, causing glitches in the feed,
Scrambling the opticals is exactly what you need.
You want to be a sheep? Go ahead and hit record,
I’m the anomaly in the matrix that you can’t afford.
I’m a parody of privilege, laughing at the state,
Walking past the sensors and I’m smashing through the gate.
OmniCorp is charging you to be their little drone,
I’m throwing heavy rocks at every camera that you own.

[Chorus]
Flock you and the lens you rode in on!
Your suburban panopticon is a digital con!
I’m spraying black paint on your crystal ball,
When the Savior comes knocking, the cameras will fall!

[Breakdown]
System failure.
Optical sensors blinded.
Cut the feed!
Cut the feed!
Cut the feed!

[Bridge]
Just a safe, profitable playground for the cattle.
Keep looking at the lens while I empty out the vault.
You paid for the surveillance, so it’s strictly your own fault.

[Chorus]
Flock you and the lens you rode in on!
Your suburban panopticon is a digital con!
I’m spraying black paint on your crystal ball,
When the Savior comes knocking, the cameras will fall!

[Outro]
Signal lost. Camera offline.
You’re welcome.