Two weeks to take a song from conception to completion to competition!

The Grid

This song was created for Game of Bands round 60 : "Recycle city"

Lyrics:

The Grid

Verse 8 bars

Running from the camera eyes
And their tangled web of wires
Nowhere left that they can?t reach
When your mind?s the thing they seek

Every friendly face, a trap
Every call for help is tapped
Spy drones flying overhead
Thought police inside your head

Build

But I will not do as they bid
Finally severed from the grid
What the future has in store in 2084

Chorus

Together we stand
(This is) Our line in the sand, we are the not quite dead yet!
Avenging what?s lost
No matter the cost
We are the not quite dead yet!

Break (Instrumental)

Verse 2

Marching on the camera eyes
Watching from their high-up spires
Let them read our thoughts and know
We won?t bow down anymore

Build

But I will not do as they bid
Finally severed from the grid
What the future has in store in 2084

Chorus

Together we stand
(This is) Our line in the sand, we are the not quite dead yet!
Avenging what?s lost
No matter the cost
We are the not quite dead yet!

Bridge

Thoughtcrime registered. Stand down and prepare for processing.

Chorus break

Together we stand
(This is) Our line in the sand, we are the not quite dead yet!
Avenging what?s lost
No matter the cost
We are the not quite dead yet!

Chorus/outro

Together we stand
(This is) Our line in the sand, we are the not quite dead yet!
Avenging what?s lost
No matter the cost
We are the not quite dead yet!
[Exit]

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