The Grid Collapses
A fusion of pulsing 80s synth arpeggios, gritty vocal rasp, and driving industrial guitars charts a freezing hospital crisis.
The stories behind The Grid Collapses
- Dark Synthesizers and Metal Chords: Inside The Grid Collapses Take B — A fusion of pulsing 80s synth arpeggios, gritty vocal rasp, and driving industrial guitars charts a freezing hospital crisis.
- Winter Siege on the Substation: Maintaining Life Support When Power Fails — When an ice storm takes down the municipal grid and a backup generator fails, biomeds fight the freezing dark to keep patients alive.
Lyrics
Substation 4 is gone.
County grid is completely down.
All units, switch to internal auxiliary.
8 o 'clock on a
Friday night
The street was turning into glass
An inch of ice on the power lines
Breaking down the mountain pass
Every light in the corridor flickered once a flickered twine
Transcended darkness, swallows ain't you told in a tomb of winter ice
Deep down in basement vault
The diesel transfer switching gauge
Generator one and generator two
Woke up and roared in rage
Then a second, they cracked from the second bank
Black smoke in the exhaust stair
Generator two blew an oil seal
In a blinding fireball glare
Fifty percent emergency power
Six hundred beds on the clock
The cold is creeping through the masonry wall
And the night has begun to shine
The grid collapses, the siege is on
Ten long hours till the morning dawn
Half the hospital running in the dark
Clinging to a single diesel spark
Call the biomets and be alarmed
Keep six hundred souls from harm
The blizzard is howling outside the gate
And we'll go to war with fate
hey, hey,
What's going on in the world with me?
Hey, hey,
Head on gas, choked out the fire, but generator two is dead
Five surgical suites in the trauma bay are hanging on a thread
Let's take Sarah, grab her heavy coat, slam the toolbox down
We got fifty patients on life support and no help coming from town
Load setting protocol right now
Kill the cafeteria line
Cut the admin license
And file all banks for the
ICU in Spine
The grid collapses, the siege is on
Ten long hours till the morning dawn
Half the hospital running in the dark
Clinging to a single diesel spark
Call the biomets and the alarm
Keep six hundred souls from home
The wizard is howling outside the gate
And we're going
To war with fate
And we're going to war with fate
Generator one Running hot
Sharp temperature Forty degrees
And topping Our one
survived
