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“Digital Dust (We All Return To)” v6a

This was hard to pull off .... heres the concept Our ancestors believed “For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return” Now that our mortal lives have become ephemeral digital twins of our analog lives, In the end, the remains of us “digital natives” are but pixels in the cloud, scattering like digital dust when the grid forgets or fails And here's my song (!) “Digital Dust (We All Return To)” (c) 2026 Aaron Zornes VERSE 1 We wrote our names and dreams in keyboard trails Across a sky of cold screen-glare and backlit veils We guarded our lives, our dreams behind walls of passwords tight, We lit up a thousand little screens in borrowed light As we fed our days, our hopes, our dreams into the digital network’s glare Like sacrificial offerings burning there ________________________________________ CHORUS (PUNCHY / ANTHEMIC) Digital dust! We're fading away (oh yeah) Our fragile online remains lost to data decay. No server can store our souls byte-by-byte, We are just digital ghosts in the grid, lost to the night! All our love and all our rage Flattened to a data page All that’s left of us is just … “digital dust” VERSE 2 Relatives hunting through firewalls and fails, Our lives, our stories locked in digital jails Descendants and archaeologists unearth our old log-ins, Like keys with no door to open A hundred thousand digital photographs of smiles, Frozen in forgotten files Sparse “likes” and vanished voicemails — echoes we gave, This is our twenty-first-century grave Where bone and blood are long erased, And only Digital Dust remains in their place ________________________________________ CHORUS Digital dust! We're fading away (oh yeah) Our fragile online remains lost to data decay. No server can store our souls byte-by-byte, We are just digital ghosts in the grid, lost to the night! All our love and all our rage Flattened to a data page All that’s left of us is just … “digital dust” ________________________________________ BRIDGE Scroll through the ruins of the server age, Scrape our lives from a shattered data cage. Emoji epitaphs and endless feeds turned to rust, All our life’s beautiful complexity compressed to simple Digital Dust. When the satellites fall like meteors in flame, And no machine remembers how to say our name, Every post and prayer, every lust and plea — Digital Dust (We Will All Be). OUTRO (Spoken Quietly, Reflective) “Years from now when they dig us up, there won't be any physical artifacts to find, no record of who we were or how we lived, loved & died”… and “When love and laughter lose their sound, and Digital Dust is all that’s found” ARENA CALL-AND-RESPONSE BREAKDOWN (Drums + bass only. Half-time feel.) LEAD: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"? CROWD: "All go to the same place; all are from the dust, and to dust all return" LEAD: "It’s still true, we die once when we are physically gone, and we die a second time when no one remembers our name” CROWD: The promise of "digital immortality" is a "Big Tech" lie! CROWD (BIG): We all will be but digital dust, scattered through the cold dark endless digital night! POST-BRIDGE / OUTRO – MASSIVE ANTHEMIC ENDING (Half-time. Dark pads. Low tom heartbeat.) LEAD: Digital Dust… CROWD: (We will all be…) LEAD: Digital Dust… CROWD: (We will all be…) ________________________________________ (Drums enter. Harmonies rising.) Digital Dust… We will all be… Digital Dust… We will all be… ________________________________________