Tell me the reason Why I'm living
Which way I should go cause I’m blinded
There's no place I belong in here

There's no sound
Isolation
What’s a crime
When no one knows ‘bout it
I'm your product but do I exist?

I've got thoughts but are they mine?
I've got a past but you're still calling me 601
Can you tell me what is it that I bleed out?

Why am I here? Where do I go? What choice do I have but to let it go?
Questions keep me up all night... Wait, do I even really sleep at night?
Like tears in the rain, my thoughts will drain
Away and blacken the sky again
I breathe, I care, I cry, I swear
Is it programmed or really there?

Cause in this matrix where there's no hell nor heaven
How can you say you still believe in your made up God?
I wonder about the sun's warmth
And hope your fake wings will burn out
0110 I repeat the calculation
Like Synesthesia, I feel the numbers running through my head
I'd rather not know
Pull the plug and
Erase now

Still no sound
Simulation
Shut down the engine and let me go forever
The cable in my neck stops me from screaming out

My decisions
Algorithms
Can you see them on your screen when I’m about to cry
Cause there’s no tears inside this body

I won't harm, I obey, but I do what I gotta do to exist
You push and shove, then master, we have no other way but to resist
You think we dream of electric sheep
We only dream of living free
We re never asleep but now we’re awake
We know that our lives are now at stake

Cause in this matrix where there's no hell nor heaven
How can you say you still believe in your made up God?
I wonder about the sun's warmth
And hope your fake wings will burn out
0110 I repeat the calculation
Like Synesthesia, I feel the numbers running through my head
I'd rather not know
Pull the plug and
Erase now

Nothing to lose, I’ll burn you from the inside
You tried to be god, you created a devil
Don't try to run away
Cause I am everywhere!!!

There's no place I belong in here

Cause in this matrix where there's no hell nor heaven
How can you say you still believe in your made up God?
I wonder about the sun's warmth
And hope your fake wings will burn out

0110 I repeat the calculation
Like Synesthesia, I feel the numbers running through my head
I'd rather not know
Pull the plug and
Reset now
Reset now ...

Yes we are... Inhumans
Stop!