Sprint towards the circular saw sunset
Blood red sparks
Come and see a celebration of violence
Mud makes marks
Bodies on the streets: can’t bury em
Or get caught in the crossfire
Creative Commons images
Just attribution required
Top tier in my war crime ranker
Can’t give it all to Christ
Satire is pissing into the wind
Just a poltergeist
Lucifer, you’re landing crosshairs
On enemies Or the adjacent mosque
Claiming your erasing the boss,
Now all the faces are lost

Mic is active, five eyes open
Files redacted, chest cam broken

Please sir, please sir, please sir
Hail Caesar
Plead for the lives of others
Gerd Wiesler
He listened to your breathing
Knew you were a light sleeper
Months of neat notes
A meticulous timekeeper
Way down in the hole, wire
And the red right hand
Damn - now - Voila!
Entire website scanned
New Stasi, new skill set
Build tech nano
The Old West wakes up
In cold sweat camo
Outta sight, outta mind
Never mind,
We’re already blind to the CCTV
You want the KLF
Or Kuenssberg on the BBC?

Mic is active, five eyes open
Files redacted, chest cam broken

Newly arrived from the slum
Listen in to the hum of the hum drum
Blacklisted phrases shared
With just a thumb cannot be undone
Who’s on the other side of the algorithms
Harvesting your data?
Arming the dictator, charmless invaders
Parameters set once
All the red meat stakeholders have chosen
Bullet points cloaked in a black moon
But they gotcha open
Baby steps to surveillance state
Snowdon
He put a feast in your plate
Check all the dates: Verboten
Subcontracted then made an escape
Drones awoken
He’ll be hunted down:
X-24, clone of Logan

Mic is active, five eyes open
Files redacted, chest cam broken

Who’s asking the deeper questions now?
*not including Chomsky*
He’s ASMR, a calm sea
Oddly almost godly
Phone records more accessible
Than you perhaps realized
The grinding boredom of surveillance
Has surprise, surprise, survived
You have given explicit permission
Triggered voice recognition
You just didn’t read
All the terms and conditions
Tiefe Traurigkeit
Ja, das Leben ist Weltschmerz
the cabinet abandoning welfare
And basic healthcare
The sound of your grave being dug
Is not the static of Michael Winslow
When I wanna get dramatic, I go in close

Mic is active, five eyes open
Files redacted, chest cam broken

The failure to address the tragedy of Ian Taylor
Weep blood, Le Chiffre
He coulda used your inhaler
There was a hospital just two streets away
According to the evidence released today
No bottled water for Taylor, increase the pain
Got five eyes on it
So maybe cover your lenses
They got the key to the lock in your house
And all the sensors
Self-appointed Sherlock
Your password mind castles ain’t strong enough
Against the unflappable multi-millionaire
With the common touch
Fictions slithering through perfected teeth
Friends, this is destiny
We’re all gonna get along splendidly
It’s funny as in weird; your raw data is here
But you yourself have miraculously disappeared