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I awoke cold and alone, adrift in the open sea |
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Caught up in regrets and tangled in nets instead of your arms wrapped around me |
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And I wept but my tears are anathema here, just more water to fill my lungs |
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I hear someone scream "God, what is it we have done?" |
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I am drowning in a digital sea |
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I am slipping beneath the sound |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes |
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I'm slipping beneath the sound |
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A song, somewhere below, deadly and slow begins |
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Sickly and sweet, now picking up speed, ushering in the world's end |
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And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark, "Oh, how could I have been so wrong?" |
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But above the screams still the sirens sing their songs |
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I am drowning in a digital sea |
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I am slipping beneath the sound |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes |
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I'm slipping beneath the sound |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes |