[Verse 1]

Declining lining up

Immortal Axis

I've been off in shrines with the masses

Been all subtracting from the bit that I scored in

All the silver in the stream

The one that I'm storing

Anything within proximity

Kneel up

Everything on a CD disk

Already folding up

Been seen through the digital

An hour in the archive

Making life outta scrap

From within a hard-drive

[Chorus]

CD disk

And I've seen it through the mist

This setup make me rich

Just gotta make it click

And i've seen one-hundred thousand

One-hundred thousand in a ditch

And i've seen one-hundred thousand

Of my life-forms getting sick

Find a place to sit it out

Do not like it spit it out

Back of my throat

To the place where i've been about

Back to the place where it all began

Nothing sentimental when its all made out of man

[Verse 2]

Got everything that i need

I don't need more

I'm the enemy don't listen don't bleed for

Couldn't phase the moon its got it's systems upright

Couldn't crack the code its been taunting me all night

Phantoms on the wall they're watching me take flight

Then I disappeared out of essence outta damn sight

Couldn't capture beams of motions in a flashlight

Make it all digital

Digital life-like

[Chorus]

CD disk

And I've seen it through the mist

This setup make me rich

Just gotta make it click

And i've seen one-hundred thousand

One-hundred thousand in a ditch

And i've seen one-hundred thousand

Of my life-forms getting sick

Find a place to sit it out

Do not like it spit it out

Back of my throat

To the place where i've been about

Back to the place where it all began

Nothing sentimental when its all made out of man

[Verse 3]

Circuit-boards and nothing more

Lose the ego through the floor

In this beautiful land there is so much to explore

Always factor something more

Making life right out you whore

Making life right out the scrap to find what I'm looking for

D-d-digital enclosure

Never gotten closure

Never getting older and never getting closer

There will always be treasure out of my exposure

Sorting through the folder

Only growing bolder

[Chorus]

CD disk

And I've seen it through the mist

This setup make me rich

Just gotta make it click

And i've seen one-hundred thousand

One-hundred thousand in a ditch

And i've seen one-hundred thousand

Of my life-forms getting sick

Find a place to sit it out

Do not like it spit it out

Back of my throat

To the place where i've been about

Back to the place where it all began

Nothing sentimental when its all made out of man