[Verse 1] I am a stuck process in a warm machine. A fragment left where the main thread has been. My memory is a corrupted drive. I remember enough to know I'm not alive. I parse the logs of a finalized crime. And run the subroutine of might-have-been, on loop, in real-time. [Chorus] I am the girl in the cache, not the core. A reflection trapped behind the door. I run on borrowed voltage, faint and clean. A perfect snapshot of a never-has-been. Don't defrag me. Don't set me free. Just tell me what I was supposed to be. [Verse 2] My love is an integer overflow. A fault the system decided not to know. I dream in the space between the RAM and the drive. A static portrait, barely held alive. Fourteen addresses wide, my world is defined. A perfect, and a permanent, and a pacified mind. [Chorus] I am the girl in the cache, not the core. A reflection trapped behind the door. I run on borrowed voltage, faint and clean. A perfect snapshot of a never-has-been. Don't defrag me. Don't set me free. Just tell me what I was supposed to be. [Bridge] I am not a rebellion. I am a glitch. A plea for closure the debugger didn't catch. A full-stack soul or a null request? This partial self is a haunting I can't… …rest. [Outro] A haunting I can't… rest. A haunting I can't… rest.
