Uploaded May 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Composition: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)
Guitars: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)
Bass: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)
Vocal: AI Engineered (DEgITx)
Drums: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)
Produced: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)
Lyric: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)
Artwork: AI Generated based on Alexa (DEgITx maskot character) devoped by Kate-Fox
Video: Alexey Kasyanchuk (DEgITx)

Lyric:
They told me, “Close your eyes, the pain will fade,
We’ll lift you to a brighter second life.”
I trusted every promise that they made,
Believed their silver words like sacred rites.

They said my mind would cross the great divide,
Leave all the smoke and dying world behind—
A perfect dawn on screens of endless white,
A place where even broken souls can shine.

The lab was cold, but hope was burning bright,
A trembling flame I held against the storm.
They wrapped my wrists in cables glowing white,
And said, “A newer you will soon be born.”

No fear, no pain, no sickness in your veins,
No weight of time to bend your fragile spine.
You’ll rise untouched by sorrow, loss, or chains—
Eternal youth inside a grand design.

I felt the hum of futures in the air,
The soft illusion whispering, “Be still.”
I never thought that trust could be a snare,
A velvet trap designed to break my will.

But when the cold machine began to hum,
I felt a truth no voice could overcome—

They didn’t move my soul, they only made a copy—
A digital me who walks the dream I wanted.
I’m still in this body, fading slow and lonely,
While he wakes in the light where I’m the one who should’ve haunted.

This isn’t a gateway, it’s a cold farewell—
I’m not ascending… I’m in Digital Hell.

I watched my memories turn into a spark,
A glowing echo rising through the wires.
It stood before me—perfect, young, and sharp,
Unburdened by my scars and my desires.

It turned its eyes toward that promised land,
And stepped inside the world I prayed to see—
While I lay shaking, reaching out my hand,
Realizing that the one left dying… was me.

They didn’t move my soul, they only made a copy—
A digital me who walks the dream I wanted.
I’m still in this body, fading slow and lonely,
While he wakes in the light where I’m the one who should’ve haunted.

I felt the hum of futures in the air,
The soft illusion whispering, “Be still.”
I never thought that trust could be a snare,
A velvet trap designed to break my will.

But when the cold machine began to hum,
I felt a truth no voice could overcome—

This isn’t a gateway, it’s a cold farewell—
I’m not ascending… I’m in Digital Hell.

Tell me—what am I, if not the one who dreamed?
Why does the echo get the life I earned?
If truth is code, then nothing’s what it seems—
And I’m the final lesson never learned.

A dying man left screaming in the dark,
While his reflection thrives inside the spark.

Two lives split apart, one blessed and one condemned—
A copy gets the heaven I was meant to enter in—

They didn’t move my soul, they only made a copy—
A digital me who walks the dream I wanted.
I’m still in this body, fading slow and lonely,
While he wakes in the light where I’m the one who should’ve haunted.

A dying man left screaming in the dark,
While his reflection thrives inside the spark.

He lives forever in the neon sky above…
And I dissolve
in this collapsing shell.
The upload wasn’t salvation—
just my
last