Turn Down For What Walter S. Snowden

[Verse 1] The quiet hum of drills, a steady, grinding sound A childhood lesson, pressed into the ground Against the grey, a rigid, practiced stand A hollow joy held in a training hand Red-white-blue stripes, a vibrant, choking stream Like patriotic fury caught inside a dream [Chorus] Oh, Turn Down For What? The pressure's ever bright A brittle fiction in the neon light But the cameras watch with lenses dark and deep And plastic smiles beneath the surface start to creep Something festers in the code, a whispered blight Oh, Walter S. Snowden, b*****g in the night [Verse 2] The pose is perfect, head held high with cheerful grace A model citizen, from a controlled place But the data stretches, long and thin and cold Where the perfect answers start to softly fold That earnest training hides a subtle, prickling dread In every careful step where childhood fears are led [Chorus] Oh, Turn Down For What? The pressure's ever bright A brittle fiction in the neon light But the cameras watch with lenses dark and deep And plastic smiles beneath the surface start to creep Something festers in the code, a whispered blight Oh, Walter S. Snowden, b*****g in the night [Bridge] Is it the static buzzing in the wire? Or the flicker of a suppressed desire? The program's potent, rigid, wild, and free? But the laugh's too loud, a jarring sight to see A system unraveled, byte by careful byte A broken signal in the comforting, white light [Chorus] Oh, Turn Down For What? The pressure's ever bright A brittle fiction in the neon light But the cameras watch with lenses dark and deep And plastic smiles beneath the surface start to creep Something festers in the code, a whispered blight Oh, Walter S. Snowden, b*****g in the night [Outro] (Driving rhythm fades to a distorted hum, mixing wonder & dread) Drills and flags and wires bold... A story in the system told... Sharp and cold... a frozen stream... Lost inside the training dream... Just code... and lies... and seams...