An Early Cascade Digital Me
On and off
Asleep and awake
Coming in and out
And drifting away
Open your eyes
And start to haste
Feeling alive
And going to waste
I am starting to release myself from the thought of being
free
So I better start off getting along with my digital me
On and off
Asleep and awake
Being docile
And loosing faith
My decisions are made by foreign computations
Now all my friends become strangers (deadly strange)
And passing ghosts seem so familiar at once
I am starting to release myself from the thought of being
free
So I better start off getting along with my digital me
