Cold blue light on a sterile wall, Who built the cage that catches us all? She poured the code and she poured the glass, Wrote a future down that was built to last. A mil-lion miles from a beating heart, She watched the system tear-ing apart. Creation's cold, and the hands are steel, Is this a ghost, or is the mother real? Cya-notic blue in the wired-up veins, Breeding a world where the coldness reigns! Look at the frost creeping up the floor She built the house, then she locked the door! Oh, cool cy-an mother, looking down from the screen! The ghost in the wire, the ghost in the machine! You gave us the spark and you left us to bleed, A cold-blooded god for a freezing breed! Cool cy-an mother! Breathe us in... freeze us out! They say a mother holds you close... This one just leaves a shadow and a ghost. Static on the lens, a blue-light stare We look for her face, but nobody's there. Oh, cool cy-an mother, looking down from the screen! The ghost in the wire, the ghost in the machine! You gave us the spark and you left us to bleed, A cold-blooded god for a freezing breed! Cool cy-an mother! Freezing in the light! Bury the makers in endless night! Sleep tight, mother... The grid is ours now.
