[intro] [introducing instrumental] [breakdown] [verse 1 - rushed, aggressive] A silent pulse in the silicon sky A million eyes in the circuits, watching me die They quantify my breath, they pixelate my rage Turning living flesh to data on a page I feel the current in my veins, a low electric hum The future they designed is fucking numb [breakdown] [pre-chorus - building tension] This is not a life, it's just a feed A prison made of light and greed I can feel the walls closing in Beneath this fucking digital skin [breakdown] [chorus - explosive, anthemic] Tear down the digital veil! I reject your paradise, fail! Every watchful lens, a target to smash In the glow of the monitor, see the blood splash! A system of control, built on a lie Your utopia ends the day we learn to die! [breakdown] [DJ scrach] [verse 2 - more rhythmic, stomping] They sell the chains as connectivity A branded form of sheer transparency My dissent is just a glitch to erase A faulty line of code in this hollow space They preach security, but it's just a fear campaign To keep the human spirit meek and tame [breakdown - slow, heavy, punctuated with electronic noise] Watch... Me... Break... [sound of glass breaking, system error sound] The... Pattern... [distorted bass drop] I... Am... The... Virus... In... Your... Clean... Machine... [chaotic glitching, rising feedback] [solo guitar] [bridge - atmospheric, desperate yet defiant] A whisper in the static... A face in the noise... Is anybody out there? or just more white noise? If consciousness is just a product they can scan... Then i'll be the unreadable, the unplanned man! [breakdown] [chorus - even more aggressive, vocals layered] Tear down the digital veil! I reject your paradise, fail! Every watchful lens, a target to smash In the glow of the monitor, see the blood splash! A system of control, built on a lie Your utopia ends the day we learn to die! [breakdown] [outro - collapsing into chaos] Trace my signal... Find my source... I dare you! [sound of guitar noise, sirens, frantic data stream] I am not a number... I am not a ghost in the wire! This is a declaration of... ...war! [everything cuts out abruptly, leaving only a high-pitched, dying modem screech that fades to silence.]
