Digital Sin (Nr 7) Songtext
von Bettie Serveert

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