Terms and clauses, data plans
Every website wants your face
“Safety measures” just in case
Underground pubs back again
Hidden doors and shuttered dens
Cash-only and dim red light
People talking off the grid tonight
They say “prove your age online”
Upload licence, take a scan
Verify you’re still a man
Government wants every click
Timestamped lives and tracked routines
Mapped out by machines unseen
We didn’t start the crackdown
But we’re living in the middle
One more form and one more check
Till privacy is just a riddle
People trying to stay unknown
Whispers over cigarette smoke
“Mate, the whole thing’s getting cooked”
This is not a fucking joke
Sell our data, stay afloat
Every click and every face
Turned to profit, turned to trace
Age checks on a hundred sites
Scan your ID late at night
“Just for safety,” “just comply”
While they catalogue your life
Underground pubs breathing back
Cause people want some space from that
Somewhere human, somewhere dim
Somewhere not algorithm-trimmed
Every movement, every hour
Fed into a system’s power
Not because they truly care
But because our data’s there
We didn’t start the crackdown
But we’re living underneath it
Laughing hard to mask the fact
Half the country fucking means it
2087
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