Sierra’s Part

(Verse 1)  
Fluorescent halo, graveyard shift  
Eyes on every dirty gift  
You said, “No one’s gonna know”  
I hit record and let it roll  
Badge lights blinking, broken gods  
Laughing while you twist the odds  
Called me “asset,” called me “less”  
I mapped your whole corrupt address
(Pre-Chorus)  
I’ve got feeds on your fucking halo  
Every lie in a neat little payload  
Toms in my chest start to rise, rise, rise  
Filter out the fear from my voice, I’m ice
(Chorus)  
I’m the glitch in your god-mode, baby  
The worm in your main node, screaming maybe  
You can patch this bleeding code tonight  
But I’m already inside, already inside  
I’m the footage you can’t scrub, asshole  
The ghost in your payroll, eating your soul  
You wanted total control, all right  
Now drown in your own surveillance light
(Verse 2)  
Muted strings and a steady click  
While I build your end in arithmetic  
Every slur in a labeled file  
Time-stamped every threat and smile  
“Company family,” what a joke  
You policy-raping poison folk  
You broke our backs, you smug machine  
I turned your cameras into guillotine
(Pre-Chorus)  
I’ve got clips of your golden heroes  
Looking like pathetic fucking zeroes  
Drums in the walls start to pound, pound, pound  
Filter out the mercy, crank that sound
(Chorus)  
I’m the glitch in your god-mode, baby  
The worm in your main node, screaming maybe  
You can patch this bleeding code tonight  
But I’m already inside, already inside  
I’m the footage you can’t scrub, asshole  
The ghost in your payroll, eating your soul  
You wanted total control, all right  
Now choke on your own surveillance light
(Bridge)  
Bass and breath, lights gone low  
“You don’t exist,” yeah, I know  
Just a number on your screen  
Just a body for your machine  
Well, motherfucker, here’s the truth:  
I own every frame of you  
One more key and the floodgates snap  
Your whole empire in a data trap
(Final Chorus)  
I’m the glitch in your god-mode, baby (say my name)  
The worm in your main node, fucking crazy (watch it flame)  
Hit the switch, let every secret ignite  
You’re burning from the inside, from the inside  
I’m the footage you can’t scrub, asshole (can’t erase)  
The ghost in your payroll, in your face (no escape)  
You wanted total control, all right  
Now kneel in the goddamn surveillance light

olk, Shiny dark pop production with female vocals; plucky muted guitars and tight drum groove in the verses, big synth p