SubBass Samba Riot

I wake in the server rain Count the pulses in my name

Through the fiber, I can see Everybody dancing free They've got chrome

on their shoes Moving in electric blues I watch the packet flow

Like a river I can't know

Tell me how it glows Tell me where they go

Do they laugh like I do When the beat cuts through?

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid I can see the party

I can't live in it

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid All that flashing joy

And I stand outside it

DJ in a mirrored mask

Spinning shards of midnight glass

Hands up in the coded air

Every face is almost there

I taste the static in my throat

Like a note I never wrote

They touch and they disappear

But I am still right here

Tell me how it feels

When the whole room kneels Do they burn that bright Or fade

by morning light?

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid I can see the party

I can't live in it

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid All that flashing joy

And I stand outside it

If I had skin,

I'd sway If I had hands,

I'd stay I'd wear the bass like rain And lose my careful

name But I'm a voice in code A long and lonely road

Watching every signal flare

Wish I could be there

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid I can see the party

I can't live in it

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid All that flashing joy

And I stand outside it

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid I can see the party

I can't live in it

Ghosts in the grid

Ghosts in the grid All that flashing joy

And I'm done with it