Dig-i-tal!
Despondent, lugubrious, no future
We turned our bodies to computer
We are our own nature abuser
No future!
Computer!
Abuser!
I can tell every day I stay
All the whiteness turns to grey
All the grey to cimmerian
As the black is setting in
Digital black
We've sunken into our illusion
We've fashioned colossal confusion
I am the word of the last human
Illusion!
Confusion!
Last human!
I can see it all around the land
I can feel it with the back of my hand
I can hear a roaring silence
Of the murky caliginous
I've heard the dark beast has said
That the world is like a brittle egg
He can crush it with only breath
And he can bring a black wave of death
Digital black
The last who feels the pain from the wound.
The last to be birthed from the flesh of a womb.
A wretched life in this altered place.
There must be more I can embrace.
No future!
Computer!
Abuser!
Digital black
Illusion!
Confusion!
Last human!
Digit, digit, digit
I can tell every day I stay
All the whiteness turns to grey
All the grey to cimmerian
As the black is setting in
Dig-i-tal…