Platform Lyrics - Haujobb

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 begin to shape 

Your intelligence begins to flaw