I want you to know, by the time I was five
I was out in the woods and barely alive
And there on my own, with 1 thought in mind
It was sharp as a blade
Was my will to survive
It's my will to survive
All messed up: I need it certified
I need it testified
That I'm not lazy
False accusations never cloud my mind
But it's the second time
You called me crazy
You might think that this ain't bad at all
But for my attitude, my attitude, that's all
How do we get out alive?
When we don't even know what for?
It's a civilized kind of civil War that'll do us in
It will do us in
The original kind of digital sin
It's a civilized kind of civil War
That'll do us in: the original digital sin

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