Future Digits - Sayyadina

Got no names anymore

Just numbers

A combination of digits

Only for control

A number in your head

Your name in their system

Some try to hide it well

Some show it with pride

Dead before birth

Into competition

Treaten like shit from that day

And on till now

Wearing blue uniforms

Knocking heads to pieces

Pointing their guns

Killing just for fun

But point that at me and I’ll explode

And take as many as I can with me