Tao of the New Subterranean Blues

Get born, stay numb
Short lives, no sum
Fall in line, redefine
Apathy becomes design
Resist, persist
Consciousness will twist
Twenty years of education
For a life in the mist

Look out, dreamer
They’ve hidden the keys
Dive deep into quantum
Where thought can be freed
Don’t wear false armor
Question every creed
Don’t wanna be lost
Better tear out the seams
The machine’s still running
But we’ve got our dreams.

Numbers dance on screens
While cities lose their gleam
Beneath the satellite beams
In the edges of a broken dream

Voices on the static wire
Murmur truths that never tire
From the depths of sleepless minds
Navigating coded binds

The coder’s in the basement
Writing algorithms in the dark
I’m in the echo chambers
Wondering where humanity departs

The Tao won’t know what you did 
Over two minds What you rid 
Hearts doing the double nines
Whatever you invoke
You better find meaning
In this web of control
you’re being followed by the endless roly-poly
Got promises in numbers
But your soul’s not sold.

Maggie’s by the river
Speaking truth through haze
Talking ‘bout the fires
That burned through the maze
She says the wires are tapped
Your thoughts all mapped
It’s not just in May
The collapse is already strapped
Look out, thinker
No one’s above the fray
Walk lightly, see clearly
Don’t fall for the display
The networks are tightening
While freedom’s on delay
Keep your vision sharp
Avoid the creeping decay
You don’t need an expert
To know the system sways.

Get lost, get found
In the hyperreal crowd
The void calls, the mind stalls
While the future’s not allowed
Try hard, get barred
No matter what’s true
You can fight or surrender
It’s still pushing through
Look out, seeker
The system’s too slick
With algorithms and phantoms
In this societal trick
The structures are cracking
While voices fade quick
Don’t follow false leaders

In a labyrinth of digital tides
We navigate the faceless lies
Streams of data in endless flow
As the shadows dance with glow
Broken circuits hum in tune
To orchestrate a false balloon
Where every click is one more chain
And the answers lie in the mundane

Lost in transmissions, echoes of control
Where the heart meets the mind, trying to console
Don't be deceived by the pixel and screen
For the spirit of truth lies in what’s unseen