The Watchers

[Intro] [Verse 1] I walk through cities mapped before my feet land, Every camera, a scripture written by an unseen hand. Billboards blink with the pulse of the machine, Selling comfort while it siphons the dream. They don’t need chains when the data is the cage, They don’t need prisons when the screen is the stage. Every click, every glance, every thought that you feed, Becomes a weapon, a product, another empire’s seed. [Hook] The watchers move, but never speak, They own tomorrow, they own the weak. The sky is coded, the streets obey, But the people still chant, we will not decay. [Verse 2] Beneath the hospitals, basements hum with design, Mixing sickness with profit, calling theft divine. Patents on water, patents on breath, They manufacture life, but invest in death. Wars born silent in the language of code, Children are statistics on a balance sheet owed. Pipelines carved where the soil once prayed, Nations erased while the markets get paid. [Hook] The watchers move, but never speak, They own tomorrow, they own the weak. The sky is coded, the streets obey, But the people still chant, we will not decay. [Verse 3] The pilots confessed — shapes dancing in flight, Craft without origin, splitting the night. Files sealed shut with invisible ink, But the truth in the eyes doesn’t need them to think. Now AI whispers in the sermons of kings, Trains on our voices, rewrites human things. They say it will free us, they say it’s divine, But a god with no soul only serves the design. [Final Verse] But the chant survives, carved deep in the bone, No algorithm owns what was written in stone. Every shadow burns when the people unite, Every watcher falls in the blaze of the light. We are not the code, we are not the machine, We are the silence they could never screen. From the earth to the stars, the signal is clear: The future is ours, and the watchers fear. [Outro]