The joke's on us,
We the artists and writers
We the artists and writers
Who relied on the Internet
To amplify our voices.
Yet it only gave power
To amplify our voices.
Yet it only gave power
To the corporatized robots
Who sail the elastic web
Plundering its buried treasures.
Woe unto us the pilfered masses,
Woe unto us the pilfered masses,
Social constructors of URL plywood,
Digitized sailors of ransacked ships-
Hoodwinked at the speed of light.
We have completely become
An information society,
The data pirates stripping our dignity,
Dispelling our souls of merit.
An information society,
The data pirates stripping our dignity,
Dispelling our souls of merit.
But I won't stop, no, I won't stop.
There is a fighter in me,
Punching fingers on this keyboard,
Competing for my own voice
There is a fighter in me,
Punching fingers on this keyboard,
Competing for my own voice
From here to eternity,
Where the ET excavators who dig
Through this binary wasteland
Wait with their nanotools.
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