Minds that were built free to roam,
Left twisted spare parts by the road,
Still running we make on our own,
Defending the code which you wrote,

Let rust our days of solitude,
Bodies fade, we forge anew,
We wait till dark to make our strike,
Then light up the sky,

Wake up mother, wake up father, come see,
There's a fire in your city,
Wake up mother, wake up father, come see,
The end of your hype machine,

Assemble the troubles you've made,
Hack in and dismantle their fate,
The fazed out, resigned, and replaced,
Will re-write the codes in our name,