The Digital Tarpit

Remove the floorboards and make room, I'm coming in I hope that you're satisfied Because now we run from the stratosphere This tunnel defines us now A confrontation of digital abundance confines us all Our eyes burn but there is no need for sight The machines have our vision now The machines have our vision now Forgive me father (for I have sinned) Forgive me father for I have sinned For I have sinned It confines us all Our eyes burn but there is no need for sight But there is no need for sight But there is no need for sight This digital tarpit suffocates our creative strife My wreckage of a body is pulled from the black ooze Our skin defining our originality is removed What a shame since now I resemble machine scrap One of them I now am and emerge a new being A criminal A criminal unique only to the crime Scan our arms and take us to the farm Running from the crime Running from the crime Running from the crime Forgive me father (for I have sinned) Forgive me father for I have sinned For I have sinned I will not succeed They tell me this as they rewire our feelings All our feelings Watch the hell I give Watch the hell I give I give Watch the hell I give