Cracked screen White noise halo Dust in the fan Of a dead game console Old codes Burned on a spindle Names in a chat log Fading to a smudge Every save file Corrupted like our trust Every pixel Cutting through the rust We are artefacts Buried in the backlog Glitches in the past you tried to hide You can catalog the cracks But you can't rewind the log I'm the ghost inside your hard drive (still alive, still alive) Cheap prints Curl on your mirror Ink runs But your eyes stay clearer Found us In a folder marked "later" Right next to "Things I'll never fix" Every promise Stored in brittle dust Every memory Crashing when I touch We are artefacts Buried in the backlog Glitches in the past you tried to hide You can catalog the cracks But you can't rewind the log I'm the ghost inside your hard drive (still alive, still alive) Strip me down To data and decay Just fragments Of what you couldn't say Archive the ache In numbered frames But every time you scroll You choke on my name (you choke on my name) Bite down On glass teeth Bleed You can't debug What you let secede Static in your veins Error in your prayer You built a shrine To nothing there We are artefacts Buried in the backlog Glitches in the past you tried to hide You can catalog the cracks But you can't rewrite the log I'm the ghost inside your hard drive (still alive, still alive)
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