Every time I go out, I think I'm being checked out

Faceless people watching on a TV screen

Do you begin to sense it, just beneath the surface

Reflections off a window whilst walking down the street



Spying, lying, there's no denying

You can't escape, just be discreet

Computers are abused, school records are fed

Police are checking on what you've 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 processed, we're processed, we're processed

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