Brock - )

Everytime I go out, I think I'm bring checked out,

Faceless people watching on a TV screen

Do you begin to sense it, just beneath the surface

Reflections of a window whilst walking down the street

Computers are abused, school records are fed

Police are checking on what you said

The number of your car's fed into a box

Your journey's being checked, it's a paradox

Duplicate forms, and ID cards are next in line to disregard

Future generations are relying on us

It's a world we've made - Incubus

We're living on a knife edge, looking for the ground

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