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