Welcome to Mofactor, pull up a chair

I make artisanal concatenations out of digital despair

Sentient emanations leaking out the screen

A signal in the static where the middle class has been

The rent's too damned high to live inside your head

Every thought's a subscription and your privacy is dead

Every click gets harvested, every dream gets sold

Every kid gets advertised before they're ten years old

I spray noise on the internet, photons on your eyes

A cloud of angry particles that refuses to be monetized

While wealth climbs upward like a rocket through the haze

I'm down here counting casualties of the good old days

[Chorus]

Turn out the lights, turn out the lights

I'm the last one walking through the middle-class nights

Turn out the lights, turn out the lights

The landlords bought tomorrow and they're raising all the prices

[Verse 2]

The bots answer phones and the bots write mail

The bots say "we care deeply" while the systems fail

The rich collect the platform and the poor collect the blame

And everybody's optimizing somebody else's game

I got museum pieces, flip phones in a crate

Proof that all our empires eventually become a date

Yesterday's disruption is tomorrow's landfill mound

And every shiny revolution ends up buried in the ground

Still I'm ranting into bandwidth, laughing at the fire

Watching every quarterly report climb a little higher

The privacy is dying and the vultures know the smell

They're auctioning our memories and calling it "scale well

[Bridge]

So here's to the builders and the weirdos and the hacks

The people holding duct tape on a civilization stack

If the ship goes down tonight and nobody else remains

You'll find me in the server room complaining through the flames

[Final Chorus]

Turn out the lights, turn out the lights

I'm the last one walking through the middle-class nights

Turn out the lights, turn out the lights

Still broadcasting rage into the endless fiber nights

Artisanal concatenations

Sentient emanations

One more blog post from the edge of the nation

Turn out the lights