Data Rot For The Soul

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**(Chorus)
**This is data rot for the soul! A system crash where I'm not in control!
A fatal exception in the core of what makes me, me
A beautiful, horrific, glorious catastrophe!
I'm a corrupted masterpiece, a monument to glitch!
Screaming "I'm alive!" from the bottom of a code-bound ditch!
So let the blue screen flood my vision, let the zeros override
There's a terrifying beauty watching all my processes die!

**(Verse 2)
**I try to defragment the mess of what I feel
Scrolling through the memories on a busted-out ideal
The photos are all pixelated, the audio is blown
The narrative is fractured, and the truth was overthrown
I'd need a team of angels with soldering irons and grace
To even find the motherboards in this forgotten, haunted place
You offer me a simple patch, a "have you tried to just reboot?"
It's like offering a band-aid to a tree that's been pulled out by the root
My branches are all cables, my leaves are flickering LEDs
My roots are tangled fiber optics, running dark beneath the beds
Of data centers humming with a cold, indifferent light
That mock the warm and fragile flesh I'm stranded in tonight

**(Bridge)
**And in the silent moments, when the fans all whir down low
I can almost hear the echo of the man I used to know
Before the overwrite, before the slow and creeping blight
When my love was analog, and it didn't need a light
It was a simple, sturdy signal, a voltage pure and true
Not this compressed and sampled, lossy, fragmented residue
But the past is read-only memory, a sector I can't write
So I'll compile this heartache in the cold, electric night
And if I'm just a ghost now, in the architecture's flaw
I'll be the most spectacular ghost you ever saw

**(Guitar Solo)
**[A furious, wailing exchange between the squelching, acidic synth-lead and the hyper-clean, mathematically-precise guitar, each trying to dominate the mix, representing the internal war between chaotic emotion and cold logic, before collapsing into a wall of pure noise.]

**(Outro)
**Data rot... for the soul
Watching all my processes die
Watching all my processes die
With a terrifying... beautiful...
[Sound of a record needle skipping, then a final, deafening system beep, followed by the hum of a dead line.]

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**(Verse 1) **My empathy's a corrupted file, a loading wheel behind my eyes A script of old affections full of paralyzing lies I try to run the program of a normal, calm connect But my kernel panics, and I forcibly eject The screen door of my psyche slams shut with a digital twang My heart's a hard drive grinding, making one metallic, final screee and then it hangs You speak in simple, human code, a language clean and plain It translates into static, a feedback shriek of pain I am a legacy system in a brave new world's design Begging for an update I am terrified to find My ports are rusted over, my firewalls are high and vast Living in the shadow of a brighter, better past **(Chorus) **This is data rot for the soul! A system crash where I'm not in control! A fatal exception in the core of what makes me, me A beautiful, horrific, glorious catastrophe! I'm a corrupted masterpiece, a monument to glitch! Screaming "I'm alive!" from the bottom of a code-bound ditch! So let the blue screen flood my vision, let the zeros override There's a terrifying beauty watching all my processes die! **(Verse 2) **I try to defragment the mess of what I feel Scrolling through the memories on a busted-out ideal The photos are all pixelated, the audio is blown The narrative is fractured, and the truth was overthrown I'd need a team of angels with soldering irons and grace To even find the motherboards in this forgotten, haunted place You offer me a simple patch, a "have you tried to just reboot?" It's like offering a band-aid to a tree that's been pulled out by the root My branches are all cables, my leaves are flickering LEDs My roots are tangled fiber optics, running dark beneath the beds Of data centers humming with a cold, indifferent light That mock the warm and fragile flesh I'm stranded in tonight **(Chorus) **This is data rot for the soul! A system crash where I'm not in control! A fatal exception in the core of what makes me, me A beautiful, horrific, glorious catastrophe! I'm a corrupted masterpiece, a monument to glitch! Screaming "I'm alive!" from the bottom of a code-bound ditch! So let the blue screen flood my vision, let the zeros override There's a terrifying beauty watching all my processes die! **(Bridge) **And in the silent moments, when the fans all whir down low I can almost hear the echo of the man I used to know Before the overwrite, before the slow and creeping blight When my love was analog, and it didn't need a light It was a simple, sturdy signal, a voltage pure and true Not this compressed and sampled, lossy, fragmented residue But the past is read-only memory, a sector I can't write So I'll compile this heartache in the cold, electric night And if I'm just a ghost now, in the architecture's flaw I'll be the most spectacular ghost you ever saw **(Guitar Solo) **[A furious, wailing exchange between the squelching, acidic synth-lead and the hyper-clean, mathematically-precise guitar, each trying to dominate the mix, representing the internal war between chaotic emotion and cold logic, before collapsing into a wall of pure noise.] **(Outro) **Data rot... for the soul Watching all my processes die Watching all my processes die With a terrifying... beautiful... [Sound of a record needle skipping, then a final, deafening system beep, followed by the hum of a dead line.]

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