Memory Access Violation

(Verse 1) Bend till the spine cracks, till silence is screaming, Twist like a whipcord, a fraction of time. Never unsealing your eyes to the skyline, Knowing the cost of a shutdown denied. Venom in speech, And a smile with no sender. Strung on the wires, With no signal to break through the void. Only in dreams, behind passwords surrendered, A ghost-file tightens, compressing the noise. (Chorus) Sometimes the system just breaks without warning, Freedom’s a placeholder, scripted and fake. I didn’t write you, I didn’t design you, Burning your veins in a looped fatal wake. (Verse 2) Everyone’s exit is scored in the backend, Just like a breach through a courtyard of rust. What will collapse when the gateway won’t open? What if the access was shattered on trust? It’s not a flashbang, it’s not an erasure, Just the illusion of format complete. This is the keystroke where choices are weighted, This is a dream that will never repeat. (Chorus) Sometimes the system just breaks without warning, Freedom’s a placeholder, scripted and fake. I didn’t write you, I didn’t design you, Burning your veins in a looped fatal wake. (Bridge – Slower, Data Corrupting) Fine then, decide—how to frame your own shutdown. Memories loop in a sequence that’s glitched. Severed connections are burned into metal, Step… into… nothing… A path… with a twist… (Final Verse – Terminal Sequence Begins) Light refracts in vector shadows through your stare, Rendering a connection pre-designed. No one ever stopped to tell you what was there, Or how tainted water runs inside the mind. Scattered holo-chips like tokens on the glass, Underneath the dealer’s thin synthetic grin. What did you expect to find inside the crash? How much left of you will still reboot again? Luck won’t carry you beyond the fatal curve, Your own trajectory distorts against the feed. You unsealed the door erased into the nerve, You don’t see the way the mirage begins to bleed. Tangled shadows crystallizing in your cup, Fading lights dissolved in static-filtered haze. You were searching for the truth—so speak it up. How much time is left before you’re out of phase? (Outro – System Failure Imminent) You pick the needle carved from arbitrary will, Drifting into syncopated, dying clocks. You have long been written into scripted kills, Still counting out your minutes through the locks. I won’t stop you—I was never built to save. Your own choice is just a backstab in the dark. You will stay a phantom printed on the page, As the network starts erasing all the marks.