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