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