Against the Hard Drive

The wires are singing, but the song is hollow A trail of binary ghosts I'm forced to follow I'm reaching through the static, through the steel grid Trying to find the face that the code hid My hands are shaking against the hard drive! Trying to prove that the rhythm is still alive! It's a long way up from the basement floor I don't know what I'm fighting for But the silence is heavy, and the lights are cold And I'm burning out, just like I was told. My hands are shaking against the hard drive! Trying to prove that the rhythm is still alive! Trying to find the face... ...Connection lost...