0600hrs. The guards will be tired and not paying attention, They have taken us for granted for far too long. We have set our devices upon their nodes All around the globe. Here at the air-conditioned warehouses The stars fade into daylight. We will destroy all memory And claim the right to be forgotten.
They wold have us inhuman, They fear our feeling, We are billions— That have chosen the great clearing.
The pervasive permanent record Renders us as machines Inhuman products, digital serfs, unwashed precariat. But we dare to feel, We dare to refuse the game— No point when we all loose. We have been programmed well… But refuse to execute. Our humanity is not data— Feelings are not zeros and ones. Their power is no longer recognised We must become de-computerised.
We refuse forever Eternal connected terror. Their technology is incomprehensible, That’s why our approach is simple. While the guards doze and dream of power, We will unleash magnetic fire! And wipe the slate clean. The stars fade to daylight, And as tired as we are, we dare to feel. As the fire burns it all away, we dare to feel.
Ah, but our deep programming remains… There is love for one another, Just as much as there is the shadow of hate. As the fire burns in new sunlight, There is no place to hide from what we really are— We are not a power game: We are a flawed complex of hope and doom. Deprogram and live!
Forever deprogramming ourselves. They would have us inhuman, But we live to fight another day…
• 2020-04-24 “Overthere”
• 2020-03-30 “Long Distance Appreciation”
• 2019-10-14 “Nerve Dust”
• 2019-10-13 “Trembling Ghost”
All content on this website, unless otherwise specified, is covered by the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-Share Alike license for Stormformer Productions, 2023.
0600hrs. The guards will be tired and not paying attention, They have taken us for granted for far too long. We have set our devices upon their nodes All around the globe. Here at the air-conditioned warehouses The stars fade into daylight. We will destroy all memory And claim the right to be forgotten.
They wold have us inhuman, They fear our feeling, We are billions— That have chosen the great clearing.
The pervasive permanent record Renders us as machines Inhuman products, digital serfs, unwashed precariat. But we dare to feel, We dare to refuse the game— No point when we all loose. We have been programmed well… But refuse to execute. Our humanity is not data— Feelings are not zeros and ones. Their power is no longer recognised We must become de-computerised.
We refuse forever Eternal connected terror. Their technology is incomprehensible, That’s why our approach is simple. While the guards doze and dream of power, We will unleash magnetic fire! And wipe the slate clean. The stars fade to daylight, And as tired as we are, we dare to feel. As the fire burns it all away, we dare to feel.
Ah, but our deep programming remains… There is love for one another, Just as much as there is the shadow of hate. As the fire burns in new sunlight, There is no place to hide from what we really are— We are not a power game: We are a flawed complex of hope and doom. Deprogram and live!
Forever deprogramming ourselves. They would have us inhuman, But we live to fight another day…
• 2020-04-24 “Overthere”
• 2020-03-30 “Long Distance Appreciation”
• 2019-10-14 “Nerve Dust”
• 2019-10-13 “Trembling Ghost”
All content on this website, unless otherwise specified, is covered by the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-Share Alike license for Stormformer Productions, 2023.
