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Every time I go out, I think I'm being checked out Faceless people watching on a TV screen Do you begin to sense it, just beneath the surface Reflections off a window whilst walking down the street Spying, lying, there's no denying You can't escape, just be discreet Computers are abused, school records are fed Police are checking on what you've said The number of your car's fed into a box Your journey's being checked, it's a paradox Duplicate forms and ID cards, are next in line to disregard Future generations are relying on us It's a world we've made - incubus We're processed, we're processed, we're processed