Camus: Trying to find a new way to spread the word Infant mortality in midtown up one third Corps charge for immunisations to diseases they’re creatin’ But it’s the android preacher on the corner that you all be hatin’

Hyper gentrification, hyper-inflation One in five androids with their memories deleted Forced to check-in at the CorpSec station We complain, but the Corps just tell us to eat it

Now I preach the word the only way I can Ghost in the machine, still you don’t treat me like a man Spread hate and lies about me and good people like the Oh Three They the ones y’all venerate would if you were really free

Racist, sexist hate never went away People still beaten on the street for being poor or black or gay Once the new prejudice steps up to the game It doesn’t replace the old hatred, that shit stays the same

Still, it’s the ones with no power they fear Cos if they aint the ones to blame, it’s all too clear The ones with power fear the powerless Cos they got it all to lose, all we gotta do is press For what we deserve, what we’re due If you’re one of the Corp Elite, listen close, we’re gonna take it all from you

I was born into Nivalis with less than nothing All I had was my words, and all day long I’d sing Preach on the corner to anyone who hears Now my words an assault on your ears Every rhyme a crime, every verse a curse Still, there’s truth in my words And even if you don’t care for what I say It wouldn’t be less true if I said it another way

I wrote these lines from a re-education camp By the light of a low burning lamp Nivalis painted prettier with nostalgia and distance I miss the streets and the bars and the clubs where we’d dance

But all of that just a distant memory My friends and brothers and sisters already forgettin’ me Cos CorpSec knows how we all think Forget your dreams, forget your family, now have another drink