Two-way mirrors and guard towers Behind every pair of eyes
The prison is there Whether or not you can see it And we’re each locked down alone With the sound of our nerves fraying The lightbulbs are cameras, and the keyholes are cameras Even the bricks are cameras With cataracts in their lenses And morons watching their screens
Which is worse: Always being watched Or never being seen?
An anonymous god in his cell Begins to fear drowning in his own filth Calling out for deaf guards, Battering the prison walls With bloody fists and blistered feet With pleasure and pain Joy and sorrow and indifference.
Which is worse: Always being watched Or never being seen?
Neurotransmitters shut down And drops of serotonin blur his vision As he despairs of finding a way out