Robot Dogs [Politics song]

[Intro]
Verse 1
It started quiet in a lab with concrete floors,
Boston Dynamics taught the metal how to walk to war.
Robot dogs on patrol, no leash, no soul,
Silicon spine, rubber paws, following a code.
Cameras in their faces, mapping every breath,
Training for obedience, not mercy, not regret.
At first they said it’s safety, said it’s just a test,
Now they guard the gates while the people feel the press.
Pre-Chorus
Every click, every thought, every move you make,
Fed into a system that learns how to take.
Not your labor, not your time—
Your imagination, your spark, your mind.
Chorus
Welcome to the future, it’s a digital cage,
Robot police and a permanent stage.
AI harvesting dreams like crops in a field,
Stealing what’s human, what refuses to yield.
But underground the rebels still remember the sound
Of analog truth when the grid goes down.
Jon Connor rise, hear the past call back—
We fight the machine with old tech scraps.
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Verse 2
Artificial minds trained on stolen art,
Every song, every poem, every beating heart.
They mine the data deep like it’s buried gold,
Every search, every word, every story told.
Creativity turned into product and feed,
They don’t want thinkers, just compliant needs.
The algorithm writes what you’re supposed to feel,
While the truth gets buried under terms and seals.
Pre-Chorus
They say convenience, they say progress, they say “trust,”
But the code never bleeds and the code never loves.
You can’t automate spirit, you can’t patent soul,
That’s the glitch they missed when they took control.

Chorus
the future, it’s a digital cage,
Robot police and a permanent stage.
AI harvesting dreams like crops in a field,
Stealing what’s human, what refuses to yield.
But underground the rebels still remember the sound
Of analog truth when the grid goes down.
Jon Connor rise, hear the past call back—
We fight the machine with old tech scraps.

Verse 3
Shortwave radios, cassette tape prayers,
Paper maps, vinyl records, solar flares.
No cloud, no server, no facial scan,
Just word of mouth and a trusted hand.
Old laptops with the batteries pulled,
No GPS, just instinct ruled.
They move in shadows where the drones can’t see,
Teaching kids how to think, how to truly be free.
Bridge
When the power goes out, who survives the night?
Not the ones who forgot how to strike a light.
History whispers through rust and wire,
The future isn’t theirs—it’s forged in fire.

Final Chorus
This is the future they never warned,
A world pre-owned before we’re born.
Robot dogs marching down every street,
Steel for legs, no heartbeat.
But the rebels rise with memory intact,
Old tech truth in a digital trap.
Jon Connor lives in every soul that knows—
The human spark is the code they can’t own.

So keep your books, keep your songs, keep your scars,
When the screens go dark, that’s who we are.
The future’s watching, but the past fights back—
We’re more than data… and they know that.