Lyrics:
An entirely empty memoryDisplays nothing of valueBut you still hold on to your lifeLike it's your little beloved animalThe secondhand being that you call lifeYour face, familiar to millionsExist in the realm of the digitalIs it possible for software to live?You think you are freeYou are a platformA presence that could beSomething else is shiftingFields of information don't hind anymoreImaginary eyes beginn to shapeYour intelligence beginns to flawYou know you are freeYou're still a platformA presence of being crucially