Borrowed-body skin Bad signal creeping in Walls breathe low But I don’t answer them Soft fluorescent snow The Tuned ones know How to smile just right I glitch alone It’s not a scream, it’s underneath Like feedback in my sleep Wrong in the scan, wrong in the light Real world on my face Same door, different site I don’t bend, I misalign Off the grid, half a beat Soft ghost in the feed Same name, different key The Static reads through me Learned the hymns by heart Still failed the mark The Archive says play the part Every face rehearsed Every prayer reversed But the copy always hurts It’s not pain, it’s thin and bright Like I’m not loading right Wrong in the scan, wrong in the light No world on my face Same door, different site I don’t break, I phase out Off the grid, half repeat Slow ghost, signal bleed Same road, wrong frequency The Static keeps me
