He slid in through the doorway, Trench coat dragging on the beat, Hat dipped hiding his digital eyes That scanned for moving heat. Nobody paid him much notice, Just a shadow in the room, As his fingers tapped a pattern Like a whisper in the gloom. She saw his awkward motion, That crooked techno stride, Pulled him to the dance floor And then became his guide The crowd laughed at his footwork, Thought he couldn’t find the groove, Till the bassline hit his circuits And he snapped into his moves. The room went tight as the lights went dim, Everybody started dancing just like him. One by one they matched his steps, A lost anachronism As they All go rhythm. All go rhythm. All go rhythm. He popped and froze and spun around, The crowd obeyed each cue, A mob in syncopation A dance they already knew. Faces lost expression As feet kept in time, Every heartbeat in his hand, The crowd fell into line The room went tight as the lights went dim, Everybody started dancing just like him. One by one they matched his steps, A lost anachronism As they All go rhythm. All go rhythm. All go rhythm. The lights blinked out in pulses. He froze and tipped his brim, But the dancers kept on moving In the dark without him. The vibe kept looping on itself, a ghost inside the system, The crowd kept stepping forward Something deeper within ‘em All go rhythm. Caught inside The algorithm. All go rhythm. Caught inside The algorithm. All go rhythm. Caught inside The algorithm.
