You read it in the papers
You feel it on the ground
There's a camera, on the corner
And there's wires all around
There's a finger on your button, Son
Data in your file
It's just the new Illuminati
They've had their eyes on you a while
You try to keep it covered
You try to keep it free
You're some kind of blogger
With a logger that keeps you company
When somebody writes your number
Deep into the cloud
That's just the New Illuminati
Moving through the crowd
The faces on your buddy list
Seems they all agree
You are viral, in a spiral
As far as they can see
Playing with the pieces
Of your reptile brain
It's just the New Illuminati
Passing through again
