Digital Buddha's coming for you.
With a big old belly and a Fu Manchu.
Gone tomorrow, here today.
Cascade to the rhythms,
Open up your mind.
Cut loose from the furious snakes
Unwind.
Twister in the wind
As we sail through the skies.
Before you mass produce
And digitize.
Rewind to the days of forgotten lore
Take heed what the wise all had in store
Count this time
Nobody recognize
That we're all mass produced
and digitized
In the shadow of the digital Buddha are the countless wise
To bring you inspiration that you cannot buy.
In the shadow of the digital Buddha are the countless wise
To lift our generation to the highest high.