A day like any other, a girl from the streets jacked in Her search was just beginning, implants carried her within Slipping through firewalls like a thief in the dark A hunter through the code, a silent spark The city hums beneath her feet, restless, alive But her tongue is the language of the unseen Where only the desperate survive. But the wires hum, calling out her name A million voices stitched in tones She listens close, is she insane? A symphony of woe, a lullaby of groans She hears the whispers of the grid, a song without a sound Echoes through the circuits, obscuring the background But data can't bleed, and credits don't cry She's a glitch in code, a ghost passing by No dreams of revolution, or a hero's fame Just the glow of credits, a number, a name To the mighty she's a phantom, one who dares defy To the brokers she's a pawn in a game where losers die "Your haul's running thin, your debts run deep" Saying nothing, she pockets the payment Tomorrow's hunger can wait until she sleeps She takes off, feet dance on the pavement She hears the whispers of the grid, a song without a sound Echoes through the circuits, obscuring the background But data can't bleed, and credits don't cry She's a glitch in code, a ghost passing by Stolen whispers, forbidden gold Traded for cash, secrets told Slicing the mainframe, searching for more One step from fortune, one slip from the floor She hears the whispers of the grid, a song without a sound Echoes through the circuits, obscuring the background But data can't bleed, and credits don't cry She's a glitch in code, a ghost passing by Been running forever, a shadow on tape Stuck between freedom, and knowing it's fake She peels back the layers, but nothing is real Not the world, not the credits, nor the ghosts that she feels.