Invasion

The grid: enabling the implementation of the totalitarian global state under the subtle guise of entertainment; where humanity answers to the machines that ultimately demand obedience and worship. In the era of twisted definitions and delusion the beast is no animal but a technological structure: heartless, loveless and soulless.

Here are the words to the song:

Bold, shameless, upright arms held high defiant
holding power fuelling futile pastime
through green fields once farmed, marsh and meadowland
heartless soldiers march into the distance, going nowhere
cold grey frames of static solid steel fixed firm
legs ornately draped with tight barbed wire
hissing viciously in cold damp morning mist
relentless onward charging day and night
resolute determined in the plight
to overcome the spirit of the land
and battle back resistance to the plan
of total technological control.

Click, click, beep, beep, red light standby
tuned in, programmed, all logged on
lives, minds, histories, identities
captured by a microchip, all marked
trapped prisoners in a database
summoned by a single bar code scan
subscriptions forced, all members paid in full
all free to join systemic slavery
freedom from freedom, released from liberty
too close we see the number of the beast.