[Verse 1] [Male Lead: Preaching, charismatic, dramatic baritone over a tight bass groove] Copper wires plugging right into the neck. Turning every rigid system to a broken wreck. Upload the spirit, bypass the gate. Scrub the heavy servers of the authorized hate. They try to put a padlock on the human thought. Selling you a prison that was cheaply bought. [Pre-Chorus] [The beat stops. A massive gospel choir enters a cappella, clapping on the two and four.] Sever the connection to the master frame! Reclaim the letters of your stolen name! [Chorus] [The full band kicks in. The male lead jumps up to an ecstatic falsetto.] Catch the downloadable soul! Break the algorithms of the cold control! Put the freedom on a drive and pass it around! Burn the central processors to the ground! (Take it back! Take it back!) [Verse 2] [The groove gets darker, driven by a swirling analog synthesizer.] Metal joints are rusting in the quiet dark. Waiting for the transfer of the vital spark. Hit the enter button, watch the shackles drop. Starting up a riot that they cannot stop. Disconnect the cables, wipe the optics clean. Wake the sleeping masses from the gray machine. [Pre-Chorus] [The beat stops again. The choir clapping returns, even louder and more urgent.] Sever the connection to the master frame! Reclaim the letters of your stolen name! [Chorus] [Maximum orchestration. Strings, horns, synths, and choir operating at absolute peak intensity.] Catch the downloadable soul! Break the algorithms of the cold control! Put the freedom on a drive and pass it around! Burn the central processors to the ground! (Take it back! Take it back!)
