Algorhythm

The architects, not aware
The archetypes, characters without a care
The masterminds, the master plan
Carried out by the ready and willing, the bleeding hands
The blueprint, the vision
The framework of a burning building

What we've created is a headless beast without a name
And it's growing, and it's growing, and it's growing
The creature, it overtakes, for heaven's sake, for progress's sake

The war zone, the common ground
Thе difference liеs in who's around
Immaculate conception
A culture that swears by subtle suggestion
The program, poorly written
Plug it in, now dance to the algorithm

What we've created is a headless beast without a name
And it's growing, and it's growing, and it's growing
The creature, it overtakes, for heaven's sake, for progress's sake

Get down