Songtext von Platform

An entirely empty memory Displays nothing of value But you still hold on to your life Like it's your little beloved animal The secondhand being that you call life Your face, familiar to millions Exist in the realm of the digital Is it possible for software to live? You think you are free You are a platform A presence that could be Something else is shifting Fields of information don't hind anymore Imaginary eyes beginn to shape Your intelligence beginns to flaw You know you are free You're still a platform A presence of being crucially