Digital Sin (Nr 7)

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