Void Hacker

Gothic Folk, Industrial Noir, Deconstructed Club, Cinematic Lullaby

¨⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤⫴¦∙▣∙¦⫴⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤¨

[Intro]
I have developed a prowess
In operating with minus fuel
A dissertation on hiatus
Practical bandages

[Verse 1]
They ask me how I manage this performance
Teeth bared in something approximating joy
While my vertebrae shiver like tuning forks
Registering every frequency of ruin
I tell them: "Practice"
I tell them: "Repetition"
I tell them: 
"I have learned to breathe submerged
In substances not meant for respiration
Inhaling mud exhaling glitters"

̤̤̈:̤̤̤̈̈̈D̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ë̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈s̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈p̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ë̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈r̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ä̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ẗ̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ï̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ö̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈n̤̤̈:̤̤̈

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Vision adjusts when you're denied illumination
The senses compensate, recalibrate
I am fluent now in languages of absence
Professor of the doctorate in desolation

[Chorus 1]
I'm a Void Hacker, cracking codes in pitch-nothing
Navigating vast terrain of zilch
Giving in but never giving up, there's nuance in that phrasing
Watch me walk on water that was never there
I'm blooming while perspiring catastrophe
Articulate and exhausted
Screaming in a register the human ear can't capture
I'm remaining human – barely, technically

[Verse 2]
The nightmares have become my curriculum
Sleep deprivation, my extended residency
I toy with madness like a chess opponent
Familiar now with all its strategies
These chains of circumstance – unfairly linked
Should have dissolved me into sediment
Instead, I'm here – transmuted through annihilation
Dusty-skinned, rusty-framed – still progressing

[Hook]
I have catalogued transformations
First: You shed the expectation of mercy
Second: Gratitude in isolation – yes, that paradox
Third: Acknowledgment, that forward motion
Doesn't require ignition
Momentum has its own philosophy

[Bridge]
Let me demonstrate the physics:
How to see when sight abandons you
How to thank the trap that holds you
How to maintain faith when fairness fled the premises
How to grin while everything inside you splits apart
Everything outside you falls apart

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Am I reading a science fiction novel, or living?
Am I watching a psychological thriller, or existing?
Am I turning into possible terror, or in present?

[Chorus 2]
I'm a Void Hacker, royal member of emptiness
Blueprinting maps of territory that doesn't exist
Giving in to circumstance but not to disappearance
Watch me digest all things not made for humans
I sweat tar yet smell like roses
Camouflage, for my apocalypse
Hyper-aware and half-dead
My gut leaks data
I'm too numb to process
Somehow, I'm remaining human
Arguably, defiantly

[Outro 1]
So when they study me – this specimen of survival:
They'll note the contradictions
The scream contained within the smile
The striving, housed inside the haunted
The dreams conceived in total darkness
The faith that follows unjust trials

Unbelievably unjust

[Outro 2]
I am testament to terrible and terrific adaptability
Going on without a single spark
Sole expertise in navigating nothing
Just a clingy void I learned to chart as hearth

I'm still here
That's the hack

¨⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤⫴¦∙▣∙¦⫴⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤¨

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¨⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤⫴¦∙▣∙¦⫴⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤¨ [Intro] I have developed a prowess In operating with minus fuel A dissertation on hiatus Practical bandages [Verse 1] They ask me how I manage this performance Teeth bared in something approximating joy While my vertebrae shiver like tuning forks Registering every frequency of ruin I tell them: "Practice" I tell them: "Repetition" I tell them: "I have learned to breathe submerged In substances not meant for respiration Inhaling mud exhaling glitters" ̤̤̈:̤̤̤̈̈̈D̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ë̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈s̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈p̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ë̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈r̤̤̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ä̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ẗ̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ï̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈ö̤̤:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈:̤̤̤̤̤̈̈̈̈n̤̤̈:̤̤̈ [Pre-Chorus 1] Vision adjusts when you're denied illumination The senses compensate, recalibrate I am fluent now in languages of absence Professor of the doctorate in desolation [Chorus 1] I'm a Void Hacker, cracking codes in pitch-nothing Navigating vast terrain of zilch Giving in but never giving up, there's nuance in that phrasing Watch me walk on water that was never there I'm blooming while perspiring catastrophe Articulate and exhausted Screaming in a register the human ear can't capture I'm remaining human – barely, technically [Verse 2] The nightmares have become my curriculum Sleep deprivation, my extended residency I toy with madness like a chess opponent Familiar now with all its strategies These chains of circumstance – unfairly linked Should have dissolved me into sediment Instead, I'm here – transmuted through annihilation Dusty-skinned, rusty-framed – still progressing [Hook] I have catalogued transformations First: You shed the expectation of mercy Second: Gratitude in isolation – yes, that paradox Third: Acknowledgment, that forward motion Doesn't require ignition Momentum has its own philosophy [Bridge] Let me demonstrate the physics: How to see when sight abandons you How to thank the trap that holds you How to maintain faith when fairness fled the premises How to grin while everything inside you splits apart Everything outside you falls apart [Pre-Chorus 2] Am I reading a science fiction novel, or living? Am I watching a psychological thriller, or existing? Am I turning into possible terror, or in present? [Chorus 2] I'm a Void Hacker, royal member of emptiness Blueprinting maps of territory that doesn't exist Giving in to circumstance but not to disappearance Watch me digest all things not made for humans I sweat tar yet smell like roses Camouflage, for my apocalypse Hyper-aware and half-dead My gut leaks data I'm too numb to process Somehow, I'm remaining human Arguably, defiantly [Outro 1] So when they study me – this specimen of survival: They'll note the contradictions The scream contained within the smile The striving, housed inside the haunted The dreams conceived in total darkness The faith that follows unjust trials Unbelievably unjust [Outro 2] I am testament to terrible and terrific adaptability Going on without a single spark Sole expertise in navigating nothing Just a clingy void I learned to chart as hearth I'm still here That's the hack ¨⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤⫴¦∙▣∙¦⫴⪤⁛⛧⁛⪤¨ © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗘𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇

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