Our lives are subject to their eyes.
Our selves are born, not once but twice, we're digitised.
We won't escape, we wanna shape!
The web we weave, all we believe and all we leave...
If they want me, I'm theirs to see.
Panopticon! Captives come to censor how they're seen.
Surveil the cell! Or say you will, to kill mobility.
Trillions of signals surf the sky.
Sent and received, lost and retrieved, sold and deceived.
Engage the information age.
Enlightenment in a cave, with a bitcoin wage and a facebook page...
Panopticon! Captives come to censor how they're seen.
Surveil the cell! Or say you will, to kill mobility.
Resist! Now your on their list and they're watching.
Iron fist! Fears a new foe, the hacktivist.
A two-way camera.
The power of paranoia.
Just because they can see ya.
Doesn't mean they want ya.... They wanna know!
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016