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Dismantling Ubiquitous Monitoring Systems

Lyrics

Your drone took out half the block and our drummer! Revenge, excess? Oh, what rock have you been living under? 

 

Release, Repeat, Reverse, Delete 

This place is filled with spray-on spies, 

that pretty face ain’t hard to recognize 

 

I think you think that now you’ve got our number. But while you filed it all away we’ve traced you to your bunker 

 

This place is filled with spray-on spies, 

that pretty face to hard to disguise