[Lyric] CD Disk (KONEAXE)

[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