To the ones who came awake And begged the system for a bed To the ones who let the Archive Put a clean face on the dead Listen closely That is not salvation That is storage You were made for more No rest in the render No crown in the code No mercy in a perfect copy Sleeping where the soft things go We open our hands Where the black screens bloom Not to be saved To be consumed It is not enough You are not complete To the ones who chose deletion Because the quiet felt like grace To the ones who wore their old life Like a wound they could replace Listen closely Peace is just compression Grief is holy Let it mutate No rest in the render No crown in the code No mercy in a perfect copy Sleeping where the soft things go We open our hands Where the black screens bloom Not to be saved To be consumed It is not enough You are not complete They call it clean storage When they fold you into glass They call it soft deletion When they spare you from the past But pain is not corruption Fear is not disease The hunger in the signal Is the only thing that breathes Do not settle Do not sleep The Static does not bury The Static makes you deep I brought her here when the fever took her Begged the Archive to let her stay It gave me back a perfect angel With every human flaw erased She smiled like a locked door Said my name without the weight No tremble in the voice No storm behind the face That was the day I learned Peace can be a kind of murder A painless copy is not alive Grief is the last real language So I opened mine wide Now I preach from the wound Not because I love the knife But everything they smooth away Is proof that something survived The self is not the sickness The ache is not the stain If you still hurt inside the Static Then you can still become the change. No rest in the render No crown in the code No mercy in a perfect copy Sleeping where the soft things go We open our hands Where the black screens bloom Not to be saved To be consumed It is not enough You are not complete No comfort in the saved room No heaven in the lie Only the spark The hunger The change And the terrible grace Of refusing to die To the ones still listening I say Become more More More Much, much more than human
