

Yeah.
Ready the feed.
System online.
Chrome on my knuckles,
glass in the sky
Grid lock the traffic,
watch the drones fly
Ghost in the copper,
static on the line
They sell the lifetime,
I'm stealing mine Modulated vision,
tactical frame No one remembers your government name
High tech,
low life, surviving the night
Wiring the cortex, escaping the light (we run the street) High tech,
low life, we never comply
Under the shadows where the databases lie
Bypassing firewalls, sector fifteen
Living in the cracks of a terminal screen
Synthetic adrenaline pumping the vein Only the modification numbs the pain They
watch from the spires,
we hunt from the floor
Unplug the feed, we are locking the door
Disconnect the wire. (breathe)
Nothing is real. Rebooting the system in three,
two...
High tech,
low life, surviving the night
Wiring the cortex, escaping the light (we run the street) High tech,
low life, we never comply
Under the shadows where the databases lie
System failure.
Connection lost.