Invisible

I turn on the TV, while a webcam watches me

I am alone, but I ain't got no privacy

I canceled cable, I canceled society

I killed the false being living inside of me

I walk down the streets and more cameras are watching me

I make a call, the NSA is listening

I am a number in a machine for our minds

And I have scene the end of times

The flick of my Bic echoes through the trees

Try ta figure it out while I smoke up these trees