© Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR! who's that moving when I'm holding still they built a me that never sleeps, it works the nights I rest sells my own face back to my face and calls the theft progress I fed it every fear I kept at 2 a.m. now it knows me deeper than my mother knew me then mirror got a mirror got a mirror got a tax every time I look it takes a little something back dissociating on a dancefloor, lost the thread am I dancing or just twitching to the thing they fed drain me, drain me, pretty little ghost the thing that loves you most's the thing that needs you most feed, feed, what do you want from me I handed you my grief, you sold it back as free feed, feed, and I can't tell apart the algorithm's hunger from the hole inside my heart who profits when I'm empty, who's awake while I'm asleep a synthetic twin out here collecting everything I leak I prayed to be remembered, careful what you ask remembered me forever as a dataset, a mask reckon with the reckoning, the soul's a thing you keep or lease it to the warehouse where the lonely come to peak my grandmother had less and slept more sound she knew the name of everybody for miles around I got six billion mirrors and I can't be found feed, it's still hungry, I'm still here, I think © Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR!
