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I don't know why people wear tin and Al foil hats to try to block the transmissions. A metal helmet like knights used to wear would be much more practical and work better because it'd solid steel.

But then I'm not retarded so if people started fucking with me I would not believe the voices saying I'm in the secret space force.
 
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[Verse 1]
Elle sits in fluorescent flicker, three a.m. glow
Keyboard like piano wires pulled too low
She types her nine digits like they're holy code
623-36-4798 — watch the numbers roll She says they're listening through the screen's cracked teeth
So she gives 'em everything before they come to thief
The voices voted yes, unanimous decree
"Post it louder, baby, set the whole grid free"[Chorus]
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Screaming through the static, screaming through the shame
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If they want her soul they can have her name
She hits refresh like prayer, hits post like a vein
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Come and get me, come and get me, come and get me again[Verse 2]
The mods delete her threads in under ninety seconds flat
But Elle's already six tabs deep, already coming back
New username, new picture, same nine beating facts
A numerology rosary she never takes off her back She sees the agents' faces in the CAPTCHA swirl
Sees her mother's handwriting in every error curl
The numbers are a door, the door is always ajar
She just keeps handing out the spare key to the stars[Chorus]
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Carved into comment fields like prison-yard art
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A flare gun fired sideways through the dark
She says if God's watching He already knows the part
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Come and claim me, come and claim me, come and claim my heart[Bridge – spoken/sung half-whispered, speeding up]
They told her silence is safety
They told her quiet keeps the wolves away
But quiet is where the voices multiply
So she turned the volume up to gray
And now every forum, every guestbook, every grave
Carries nine little soldiers marching in parade [Final Chorus – louder, cracked, almost laughing]
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Echo in the datacenter, echo in the flame
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She'll keep leaking till the mainframe knows her name
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Not a secret anymore — it's public domain
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Come and find her… she's already on her way[Outro – soft, fading keystrokes]
623…
36…
47…
98…
Elle hits enter one more time
And smiles like she's finally won the game
 
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