A spiderweb
of your chat sessions
We belong together
in cyberheaven
The streets have cameras
but your mind has caverns
got to be exposed
or the worst might happen
We read your message to your friend
and flagged your comments
about the government
We tracked your footsteps
through the night
and linked your pattern
to a porno site
your mind
Your telephone
is not your own
There's electric fingers
in the dial tone
streaming warnings
to a crowded room
You're an insect crawling
In the camera zoom
That's my prey
That's my profit
It's a brave new day
And you can't stop it
Your mind
We see
Through you