HEX

Static crawls up the spine.

Screens fracture.

Something wakes up wrong.

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SECTION I

Voltage in my veins tonight,

Neon cuts the dark in lines.

I don’t blink when systems fail,

I rewrite code, I break the spell.

Pulse too sharp, signal bends,

Every move disrupts the grid.

You feel it when the lights collapse,

This isn’t luck—this is the glitch.

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SECTION II

Hands don’t shake, I overload,

Feedback screams, control erodes.

I don’t hide inside the noise,

I weaponize it, make my choice.

No mirror left to recognize,

I split the truth, I multiply.

If you’re looking for a warning sign—

You missed it when the screen went white.

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SECTION III (IMPACT)

Hex on the rhythm, snap the frame,

Bass hit hard like corrupted flame.

Every wire pulls my name,

I don’t escape—I rearrange.

This sound don’t loop, it escalates,

Every second mutates shape.

If you feel unstable now,

Good—

That means it worked.

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SECTION IV (BREAKDOWN / GLITCH STRIP)

Cut the color.

Kill the tone.

Heartbeat raw, metallic bone.

No pattern left to memorize,

Just fractured time and strobe-lit minds.

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SECTION V (FINAL SURGE)

I don’t reset, I don’t rewind,

I burn the system from inside.

If this is where the signal ends,

Then watch me spike it one last time.

Hex—

Not a curse, a consequence.

Hex—

Power sharp enough to bend.

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OUTRO

Static clears.

Silence bites.

Black screen.

No replay.