Lyrics Numbers - Miracle Of Sound

Numbers

True nature in the membrane
Give the memory a nudge
A failure in the mainframe
Set the error, sate the grudge
From the slant of the profile
In the bias inherent
I am a man colored hostile
I’m a virus apparent
Through the eye of the lens
Across the digital pale
We are the cry of dissent
I am the sting in the tail
California curbsides
I rush and I run
Freedom is a backlight
Let’s have a little fun
We are the numbers
We are the underground
A current in the cables
A gift before the gates
Diomedes in the diodes
See ‘em runnin' for the bait
When the policital code
Is a reality show
Retune the digital flow
To technocrat radio
Inside your soul and your circuits
Watchin' every move
We’re sayin' no to the circus
Find a different groove
California curbsides
I rush and I run
Freedom is a backlight
Let’s have a little fun
We are the numbers
We are the underground
Dead net
We won’t ever forget
Cold sweat
Dead set on the threat
Sate the grudge!
Go!
Go!
Sate the grudge!
We won’t ever forget
We are the numbers
We are the underground