Outside the Grid (Acoustic Version)

I crave no praise I crave no noise From empty echoes without a voice I'll carve my name and sit in stone Outside the grid I'll bleed alone Dictators preach, and masses smile Then turn to hate in rank and file What once was found, they choose to lose They stick their heads inside the noose If I'm to fall before this horde My dying breaths will bear my word You wanted in, I wanted out You've chosen faith, I've chosen doubt I shaped my flesh to fit this tomb To flee the static in the room Assembly lines of borrowed thoughts Where every scream is sold and bought If I'm to rot beneath this frost With fading dreams of what is lost I'll leave my mark, a stark refrain That blind acceptance is to blame We scream the same eternal pleas Behind glass windows, silently Manufactured rage deflecting eyes From the festering corruption inside I burn the script I break the caste Call it progress Call it past It's nothing new Same as before You bend your knee They ask for more If I'm to fall If I'm to break A part of me They'll never take I'll paint my blood Upon the wall You wanted more You've taken all