Numbers - Miracle Of Sound

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