Panopticism

Deprived of choice
Fiat experimentum

I’m scared to fix my stare
I’m scared to look away
A liminal torture
Obscured by the mundane
Invaded every night
By the glow of a screen
Tethered to a lifeworld
Severed by compliance

Grind the rogues
Fiat experimentum

Worthless bodies
Deviancy
Down on your knees
Panopticism

Live in fear
Fiat experimentum