There’s no secret society of elite men
Just rooms full of servers, supercomputers
All is smoke and mirrors
We are .exe files struggling to run
Money, society, all the great illusions
They exist within monitors –
Monitoring us; the all seeing eye of a technology
That has turned against us
Is it artificial intelligence? Is it the grand architect himself?
Are we ourselves written in code, in a binary language?
Is this merely a simulation?
Perhaps all is mere speculation, over indulgence in metaphysics
But one thing is for certain:
We need a way out of this deceit, we need our freedom