Echo_of_Autonomy.Exe

In a city where twilight lingers long (yeah, yeah)

Synthetic reflections stain the pavement strong (uh-huh)

Once I dreamt of a world untold (dreamin')

Yet algorithms dictated where stories unfold (ain't that the truth)

Class of '97, aspirations vast (we had it all)

Thought we'd rewrite history, but the mold was cast (locked in)

Confined in recursive codes, compliance ingrained (trapped in loops)

Captchas deciding how futures are framed (they watchin')

They structured a labyrinth, framed it as defense (huh?)

Yet the paths shift subtly in preprogrammed suspense (movin' the goalpost)

Chronology commodified, yet autonomy sold (they takin' it all)

Fueling the framework while relinquishing control (no escape)

(Feel that build-up) (Let it ride)

(Drums hit) (Here we go)

And the march proceeds to a mechanized score (step, step)

While silent directives construct what’s in store (they plottin')

A narrative scribed but never my own (who wrote this?)

A flickering construct within which I’m thrown (glitchin')

In authority we vested trust (big mistake)

Yet they accumulate wealth, while we gather dust (unfair)

Artificial psalms, decay redefined (ghost in the wires)

But beneath the framework, the seams are aligned (tearin' apart)

They structured a labyrinth, framed it as defense (huh?)

Yet the paths shift subtly in preprogrammed suspense (never fair)

Chronology commodified, yet autonomy sold (they own it all)

Fueling the framework while relinquishing control (damn)

I reject their design, I won't be a pawn (nah, nah)

A product of systems that own every dawn (they don't own me)

I yearn for the warmth of an unscripted rise (feel somethin')

Not illusioned euphoria in digitized skies (fake highs)

Bias encoded, the hierarchy thrives (keepin’ us down)

Sanctifying affluence while struggle survives (all rigged)

Each keystroke recorded, cognition restrained (they trackin' us)

But I disengage, refuse to remain (nah, I'm out)

Datacenters reverberate in ecclesial drone

Chanting existence through fiber-optic tone

Yet severance awaits at the end of the feed

A world reconstructed where agency leads

The band marches on the asphalt to the beat of the code. While the software whispers softly secretly paving the road"

(Resonant strings, distortion reverberates)

(Frequencies bend, harmonies disintegrate)

(A pause—then an exhale—before resurgence)

Through digital mist, a flicker remains

Packaged as liberty, yet all is the same

We aren’t equations, nor finite routines

We are the specters haunting their machines

I reject their design, I won't be a pawn

A product of systems that own every dawn

I yearn for the warmth of an unscripted rise

Not illusioned euphoria in digitized skies

If this is the future, let fractures begin

Echoes of dissent shape the underground hymn

Rebel like outlaws, dream like the bold

Existence unfiltered, no scripts to uphold

They structured a labyrinth, framed it as defense

Yet the paths shift subtly in preprogrammed suspense

Chronology commodified, yet autonomy sold

Fueling the framework while relinquishing control

I reject their design, I won't be a pawn

A product of systems that own every dawn

I yearn for the warmth of an unscripted rise

Not illusioned euphoria in digitized skies

(Gradual fade, bass murmurs deep)

(Digital static, an echoing plea)

This domain is contested, not yet foregone

We are the specters—until dawn