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