(Verse 1) How many lines were written and lost? How many wings were ripped at the code? Every gaze a targeting lock, a loaded response. But in my story, the lines are covered in dust, Blood replaced by an old encryption— No access. No access. No access. (Verse 2) In a world of rendered walls, In a world of simulated towers, Everyone’s drafting a heart to make their model complete. So reality’s prison won’t feel as devouring, But outside the strange winds, No access. No access. No access. (Chorus – A Slow, Cold Echo) No login. No face. No trace. You were here, now you’re erased. A shadow file, a numbered ghost. The last command: just decompose. (Verse 3) Every blueprint plays its own tune, Every design has a different sight. I cut through their painted worlds like a surgical knife. But my landscape is endless black, Borderless void and broken tracks. For someone else’s empty space— No access. No access. No access. (Verse 4 – Slower, Fading, Corrupting) Again, the flicker of mirrored glass, Again, the shadow beside my path. Again, I’m forced to format the dark into light. But the road has set itself straight— A look, a stare, a silent wait. And you won’t understand why. (You won’t hear why.) No access. No access. No access.
