A whisper in the wire… a shadow at the door… Who are you today? I slip in soft, like smoke beneath the skin, Wearing your smile, speaking with your voice. “I’m from the bank”, “your friend”, “your son in need” — A parasite in costume, hungry, alive. Your trust is currency I slowly drink, Drop by drop until the well runs dry. I become you, your perfect reflection, I know your fears, I know the weak points. “Help me now”, “only you can save this” — Sweet poison in the ear, a silken hook. I don’t break doors — you open them yourself, And I walk in like blood of your own blood. We play the people who never existed, Wear their faces, steal their light. Social engineering — a dance of shadows, We are parasites in borrowed names. We crawl into souls, we swallow trust whole, By the time you see us — it’s already too late. Who am I today? Your god, your foe, your brother… I am your blind spot. I call from “the police”, crying borrowed tears, “Your account is compromised — give me the code…” The voice shakes perfectly, You already believe — I’m already inside. I am the mirror that lies so beautifully, I am the voice that sounds just like your own. I write as “the boss”, urgent, confidential, “Transfer now. Tell no one.” Authority is my favourite suit, Fear is my sharpest tool. I don’t steal money — I steal your will, And leave the empty shell behind. First — concern. Then — urgency. Then — panic. Then — nothing. We learn to be you faster than you learn yourself. We are the evolution of the lie. We are the art of hunting without weapons. Social engineering — a dance of shadows, We are parasites in borrowed names. We crawl into souls, we swallow trust whole, By the time you see us — it’s already too late. Who am I today? Your god, your foe, your brother… I am your blind spot. I am your blind spot. A whisper in the wire… A shadow at the door… Who are you today? …who are you?
