Don’t touch me… I’m still buffering. The room is smiling with borrowed teeth Neon runs down and stains my breath I shake your hand, it slips through air Like I was never standing there Your eyes stay open, glassy bright Like surveillance in candlelight My name arrives in modem tones A ghost sealed inside a phone The floor feels soft, the ceiling bends The seconds crack, then try to mend I take one step, it plays again Same frame… same frame… same frame… Something is wrong with oxygen It tastes too clean, like medicine I open my mouth—no sound survives Just silent dust and dying wires My heartbeat skips, then double-hits Like corrupted drum machine kicks I swear the sky just blinked once hard Like someone hit restart No signal in my skin, no signal in my skin I’m standing here but I can’t get in Everybody moves like porcelain And I can’t breathe, I can’t begin No signal in my skin, no signal in my skin Your voices cut like winter wind I scream in place, it stays within No signal… no signal… I can’t get in Perfume turns rust inside my nose Your laughter breaks in barcode codes I blink once and the street rewinds I blink twice and the clocks unwind The signs all speak in sterile white The sun looks fake, the moon feels right I try to pray, but words decay They rot before they leave my face My memories leak out through my ears They hit the ground and disappear And every smile is copy-paste A thousand masks with one cold taste Stop. Don’t move. The world is buffering. Stop. Don’t breathe. The ceiling is listening. I feel my bones in stereo I see the sound of afterglow If this is real then let it end If this is fake then be my friend No signal in my skin, no signal in my skin I’m standing still while you all spin Your paradise is paper-thin And I can’t breathe, I can’t begin No signal in my skin, no signal in my skin I’m not a saint, I’m not a sin I’m just a crack you’re living in No signal… no signal… I fade again Neon tastes like metal… Reality tastes like plastic… still here… still gone…
