"I don't believe in oppression because it sounds like way too much paperwork."

Papers, Please (For The Internet) (Verse 1) I used to roam these digital roads, With an old machine and open code, No gatekeeper standing at the door, No asking what my hardware's for. Then one day a screen lit blue, Said, "Prove you're human before passing through." I clicked the box, but that wasn't enough, Now the web has gotten tough. (Pre-Chorus) Scan the code. Show your phone. Show us that you're not alone. Trust the brands. Join the queue. We'll decide what's real of you. (Chorus) Papers, please, for the internet, Show your credentials before we let You read, speak, buy, or browse tonight. Freedom's now a managed right. Papers, please, for the internet, The walls go up, the rules get set. A thousand doors that used to swing, Now ask which corporation is your king. (Verse 2) My browser's clean, my system's mine, Built it myself line after line, But the checkpoint says it can't be sure, Unless I run the software cure. The robots learn, the bots grow smart, So they say they need a stronger start, A trusted chip, an approved device, Security always has a price. (Pre-Chorus) Not your actions. Not your name. Not the choices that you make. Just the stamp Upon your gear, That's the passport they revere. (Chorus) Papers, please, for the internet, Show your credentials before we let You read, speak, buy, or browse tonight. Freedom's now a managed right. Papers, please, for the internet, The open web is shrinking yet. Every lock they add for safety's sake Is another chain they get to make. (Bridge) Maybe they're right. Maybe they're wrong. Maybe the threat is growing strong. Maybe the thieves are at the gate. But every empire in history Built its walls for security, Then woke to find, a century late, The walls had become the state. (Final Chorus) Papers, please, for the internet, A world of permissions and regret. The rebels, tinkerers, dreamers, too, Must ask for access just like you. Papers, please, for the internet, One tier approved and one forget. The net was born to connect us all, Now it waits behind a garden wall. (Outro) I am human. I always was. But that's not really what this does. The question isn't who I am. The question is: Who built the stamp?

Interesting discussion.