Paroles: Thrice. Live at the House of Blues. Digital Sea.

I woke, cold and alone, adrift in the open sea
Caught up in regrets and tangled in nets
Instead of your arms wrapped around me

And I wept, but my tears are anathema here
Just more water to fill my lungs
I hear someone scream, "God, what is it we've done?"

I am drowning in a digital sea
I am slipping beneath the sound
Here my voice goes to ones and zeros
I'm slipping beneath the sound

A song from somewhere below, deadly and slow begins
Both sickly and sweet, now picking up speed
Ushering in the world's end

And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark
"Oh, how could I have been so wrong?"
But above the screams still the sirens sing their song

I am drowning in a digital sea
I am slipping beneath the sound
Here my voice goes to ones and zeros
I'm slipping beneath the sound

Here my voice goes to ones and zeros
Here my voice goes to ones and zeros
Here my voice goes to ones and zeros
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