[music] Alex Szenyan and Mortum
[lyric, vocal] Mortum
[final mixing and mastering] D-mon at Stone Studio, Brookyn, NYC 201
[video] Mortum
[The Grid]
People in fashion dress
Feeding their selfish dread
Deep solitude in the mass
Your pain feeds the rest
We are data so many bits
Information input to the grid
We walk down on the path
The way how we born, join the rest
They know what I think
They know what I dream
They know what I have
They know who I am
‘cause we are just parts
controlled and consumed
In the big machine, in the grid
To the grid
In clubs, we're cool and shine
We march and never cross the line
How foolish the way we dance
Being pushed into ignorance
We are data so many bits
Lack of information in the grid
They know what I think
They know what I dream
They know what I have
They know who I am
‘cause we are just parts
controlled and consumed
In the big machine in the grid
To the grid
We made it
We make it
Though I feel
It will never end -nothing
We force it
We want it
Though I feel
No end 'til we're here
We made it
We make it
Though I feel
So nothing
We force it
We want it
Though I feel
No end 'til we exist