كلمات The Grid

Inhale, we take it all in Prying hands mold, inhale Prying hands hold We shape you, you'll never know Distinct cries for help rain down on our vice The device inside Prying hand become old Rebirth Inhale, we take it all in Dying hands mold, inhale Dying hands hold We break you, you'll never know Distinct cries for help rain down Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Mental transformation We have become their memory Step back and feel the sun Step back and touch the end We are in this together Millions circling Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Guilt surrounds, we pushed for a perfect life We held you under and let you drown Slowly submerge, become your true self Rain down on our vice, the device inside Prying hands become old Rebirth Judge not what we do, judge what we feed Mental transformation We have become their memory The moon slides past the shoreline Its crimson glows lives on Please don't wait up for me I've finally locked the door Please don't wait up for me I can now move on