A Scanner Darkly

Fetid stench of paranoia (who do you trust?)
Robber cops and nazi lawyers (powerlust)
Stare into the camera's eye (smile wide)
Now your life is not your own (slaves to the satellites)

Wallow in your drug of choice (slow death)
Silencing your only voice (gasp for breath)
Speaking out is heresy (hold your tongue)
Serving the conspiracy (craft the rope from which you're hung)