Born to be a rebel
My soul is illegible
You can\'t read the cypher
I don\'t follow the Pied Piper
Higher and higher
The levels go
Most are lost
Down below
Their idols have them in a trance
Like puppets on strings
They\'ll do a dance
I\'m feeling like a ghost
Within the machine
It would be nice for the future to be green
With grass not money
Wars, viruses and lockdowns
The end won\'t be funny