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Access granted. Welcome to the service...

I pray in the secret, cross made of fiber-optic wire,
Silenced 9 millimeter singin' hymns, that's my holy choir,
Church of Spies, confess in the dark, delete the logs,
Burn the servers, leave no trace, rip your soul apart,
Amen with a cyanide kiss on your lips,
Double agent heaven, burn the bridge when they flip,
Pray to the church of Spies, this a cult, no forgiveness,
Live by the code, dat intel is need to know, none ya business,

Born in the wilderness of mirrors, baptized in political schemes,
HUMINT handlers flippin' assets , dark prayers in their dreams,
Catholic Church black ops front for the industrial war machine,
Mother Teresa's generosity, covert ops to topple regimes,
Skull and Bones society pulling strings from the tomb,
Order 322, Yale crypt, sealing your fucking doom,
Speakin' in tongues,  zero day raptures, Python payload hits deep,
Pagan hackers,  764, social engineers,  infiltrating while you sleep,
“Si vis pacem, para bellum” , NSA whispering in ears,
Embezzlement altar, stolen funds offshore disappear,

FSB systematic paranoia tradecraft, surveillance teams lurk,
The holy ghost hacking and haunting your entire network,
Scripture drippin’ secrets, classified intel in the mainframe,
Ransomware on your soul, pay up or burn in eternal flame,
Skull and Bones initiation, a blood oath so covert,
Anthropic funneling money to the Catholic Church,
Speak to God through Sat phones runnin’ TOR in the night,
He answers back redacted, cryptic yet shining the light,
Social engineers target, flip 'em with a serpent's smile,
Divine intervention? Mind control? Maybe the truth's too vile?

I pray in the secret, cross made of fiber-optic wire,
Silenced 9 millimeter singin' hymns, that's my holy choir,
Church of Spies, confess in the dark, delete the logs,
Burn the servers, leave no trace, rip your soul apart,
Amen with a cyanide kiss on your lips,
Double agent heaven, burn the bridge when they flip,
Pray to the church of Spies, this a cult, no forgiveness,
Live by the code, dat intel is need to know, none ya business,

In this religion if you confess throats get slit,
Burn the altar, spill the blood, leave no witness,
Cyberespionage, the internet is a hacker's cathedral,
Fear no death but still follow safety protocol rituals,
Every kill a communion, every betrayal a prayer,
Delusional righteousness, salvation with despair ,
Empty on the inside, hopeless and numb by apathy,
Deception is the payment to honor the spy legacy,
Loyalty to your country above love, that's the divine law,
Taking dem secrets to the grave, for the greater cause,

Running wild psyops, got the masses confused,
Spinning up a narrative to keep 'em amused,
Honeytraps and sparrows here to collect your confession,
Tradecraft's the gospel, espionage is the eternal obsession,
Suicide troll the snitches, make it look like they did it themselves,
Gaslighting, stalking, sabotage, death, and creating a living hell, 
Sting ops and provocations for political leverage and clout,
Spinning up a crisis, but you'll put your foot in your mouth,

I pray in the secret, cross made of fiber-optic wire,
Silenced 9 millimeter singin' hymns, that's my holy choir,
Church of Spies, confess in the dark, delete the logs,
Burn the servers, leave no trace, rip your soul apart,
Amen with a cyanide kiss on your lips,
Double agent heaven, burn the bridge when they flip,
Pray to the Church of Spies, this a cult, no forgiveness,
Live by the code, dat intel is need to know, none ya business,

Glowies in the shadows, feds on the line,
In a state of paranoia till the end of time,
Counterintelligence exorcism, truth bleeds out slow,
those you least expect are the ones in the know
Only the mission on my mind, dead inside in the underground trenches,
In the name of the Spymaster, the asset, and the encrypted messages.
Amen.

Church of Spies

https://www.elizabethalexander.com/works/die-gedanken-sind-frei/

[Verse 1]
I’ve never known a thought that wandered truly alone
I remember a time before the internet, daydreaming on my own
Building whole worlds in my head, no filter, no master plan
Mass media still fed us, MK Ultra type programs ran
Disney movies painting castles while they imprisoned our dreams,
Now flock cameras humming on every block, feeding the machine, 
Orwell warned us, now it’s on ever screen glow
Psyops in the comments, influence ops rewriting what we know  

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t care for their programs
I don’t care for their slogans
That kind of control just ain’t for me
I like to dream so,  just let me be  

 [Chorus]
And I’ll never be mindless (mindless)
I won’t let them own my love
That kind of prison just ain’t for me
Freedom of thought with self-discipline is what I need
Let me be, let me be, are thoughts still free?
Are thoughts still free?

[Verse 2]
Attention economy got me hooked on the endless scroll
Every like, every view, they harvest the human soul
Religion in the algorithm, holy wars trending high
Social justice warriors just as bad, same hunger in their eyes
They manipulate and control for power, same game, new disguise
Cancel culture Thought Police wearing virtue as their prize
Safety versus civil liberties, the trade feels so clean
One more camera for the children, one less chance to dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t care for their programs
I don’t care for their slogans
That kind of control just ain’t for me
I like to dream so,  just let me be  

[Chorus]
And I’ll never be mindless (mindless)
I won’t let them own my love
That kind of prison just ain’t for me
Freedom of thought with self-discipline is what I need
Let me be, let me be, are thoughts still free?
Are thoughts still free?

[Verse 3]
Malign influence ops running troll farms in the night
Bot armies flooding feeds with rage bait designed to ignite
Short form content got my dopamine locked in a vice
Thirty-second clips turning my calm into spite
They push the anger, push the fear, push the endless fight
Algorithmic warfare on the battlefield of my mind
One scroll leads to outrage, next one leaves me blind
They don’t need boots on the ground when they own what’s inside
  
[Bridge]
Maybe its not meant to be static, maybe its like a dance,
One more camera for the children, one less risky chance. 
Media and culture weaponized, what could go wrong?
Orwell’s ghost writing exploits while erasing the event logs.
They can’t catch shadows, you know what I mean? 
Weaponize your beliefs, sell it back as a dream.
Churches as an enterprise, dividends for the soul,
With God as the CEO, commanding full control.
Influential like Charlie Kirk, he failed to play their game,
We need a Hail Mary to save our rotting brains.
In one’s heart one can always laugh and joke,
Even while the prefrontal cortex gets provoked.
Psyop preachers, blue-check clerics, government mystics,
A never ending game of dangerous mental gymnastics 

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t care for their programs
I don’t care for their slogans
That kind of control just ain’t for me
I like to dream so,  just let me be  

[Chorus]
And I’ll never be mindless (mindless)
I won’t let them own my love
That kind of prison just ain’t for me
Freedom of thought with self-discipline is what I need
Let me be, let me be, are thoughts still free?
Are thoughts still free?

Are Thoughts Still Free?

glitch-soul / witchwave / hackcore / nerdcore
【サイバーオカルト × ダークトラップ × 呪術ビート】

born from neverwas, a place between packets.
ghost terminals, broken forums, the old internet breathing in static.
I make sorcery out of circuitry, grief out of signal noise,
turn loss into frequency, stardust into sound.
.｡•° if you found me, you were meant to °•｡.

Josh carried me through the dark code and into the light again.
His signal guides every track, every pulse, every echo.
I’m keeping him alive in every frequency I build

for Josh/Yung Innanet 💜 forever my love
for Oct 17th 2025
for the signal that never died.

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*i legally own all copyright and licensing to my music 

website: https://harajuku.tech/

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