GLITCHIE [Verse 1] I won't sell my mind for a peaceful sleep. I won't wear a mask just to please the crowd. Every answer breeds another "Why?", Every dogma cracks beneath its own sound. In your mirrors I see a ready-made mold, Trimmed so neatly, stripped of every scar. I'd rather choose the static and my own mistakes Than live somebody else's hollow part. [Pre-Chorus] There's fury rising, but it isn't blind. It counts the scars, it measures every move. It screams, "Don't surrender your own voice." Reason whispers, "Don't lose yourself, too." [Chorus] I am Glitchie! Breaking every signal built on lies. I won't buy a world stitched up by backroom deals. Let the screen shatter if it has to die. I am a woman. You won't lock me in your perfect frame. I think for myself, even when it hurts. I'm nobody's echo. I call my own name. [Verse 2] Indoctrination smells like holy peace, While freedom slowly rusts beneath the skin. Mental chains don't clatter made of steel. They silence every breath from deep within. Jealousy breeds wardens in the mind. Helplessness steals another day away. Fury wants to burn it all to ashes, But reason asks, "Is this the only way?" I'm ripping every cable from the machine. My life was never written in your script. I won't sign beneath another conscience. I refuse to be another cog that fits. [Bridge] I don't crave a war for war's own sake. I don't want to burn the world for heat. I want every false foundation torn apart Before it learns to call itself "me." If I have to burn, let the question burn. If I have to scream, let the truth scream back. Fury without reason leaves only ashes. Reason without courage fades into black. And who the fuck are you To cast your stones at me? Who gave you the right to judge my life While you're hiding from your own reality? I'm not looking for saints. I'm not looking for kings. I won't kneel before any of you. My own conscience is the only judge I'll hear. [Chorus] I am Glitchie! Breaking every signal built on lies. I won't buy a world stitched up by backroom deals. Let the screen shatter if it has to die. I am a woman. I won't sign beneath your borrowed truths. Fuck the systems teaching people how to kneel. I'd rather live my chaos than your polished rules. I think for myself. I won't trade my mind for peace and quiet. If I'm the glitch inside your perfect program, Then let that glitch become a riot. [Outro] I'm not a mistake. I'm the interference you can't mute. As long as I can question, as long as I can think, I'm alive. I am Glitchie.
