I.C.E., by XP8

I.C.E.

from The Art Of Revenge by XP8

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lyrics

So cold and menacing, fast moving but still
The power of money, the strength of the rich
Sealed in electrons, their code is their shield
We're climbing the I.C.E. walls, creating our breach.

Initial procedure, annihilate command
Safer than taxes: our death on demand
Horizons impossible, to hide is to dive
Escaping their tracers and narrowing the band.
The thrill of the hunt, the foaming of mouths
The rabid hell watchdogs, the noise of the shouts
They're not after you cause you're too far behind
Automatic response, too late to get out.

Projecting our will in a silent datascape
Abstracted in binary, post-human yet ape
The physical bond to wires and machines
Connecting our souls a void with no shape.