The Grid

“The Grid”
PHILIP COAT

His eyes staring at some empty wall
as cold as some forgotten friend
he tries to fit into a perfect square
he takes a breath, gets off the bed

There's no emotion I can grow
you know that I don't give a damn
and pretty soon I am waking up
become the ruler of this world
this world

so tell me what the hell are you fighting for
The Grid will shape you anyway
inside your friend, inside your enemy
it is your pleasure and your pain

There's no emotion I can grow
you know that I don't give a damn
and pretty soon I am waking up
become the ruler of this world
this world

The Grid is my disguise

it fires me up and kicks me out
and makes me kill and makes me run
I drink the blood until I drown
you know The Grid is all around