(Intro)
(The heavy distortion from Core Meltdown abruptly cuts. Only a low, cold ambient drone remains.)
(Distant, lonely piano chord rings out, drenched in reverb)
(Verse 1)
The room is quiet now the screaming code is gone.
Just empty sectors waiting for the dawn.
I look into the mirror, looking for a trace.
But the virus stripped the features right off of my face.
I don't feel the anger, I don't feel the sting.
I don't feel a single thing.
The smoking hardware is starting to cool,
No longer a player, no longer your fool.
Just an empty room where a fire used to burn,
A blank slate pages waiting for a turn.
(Chorus)
Querying data... zero results.
No more lifelines, no more pulse.
You can look for me, but the link is dead.
Just a broken pathway in your head.
Error code flashing on a silver screen.
I am the space in between.
Search the archive, dig through the files,
You won't find a trace of me across a million miles.
(Verse 2)
(A slow, minimal glitch-hop beat kicks in—dusty vinyl crackle, a soft snare on the 3)
I check the old logs just to see if you remain,
But the database is blank, it doesn't recognize the pain.
We used to sync up, we used to share the drive,
Back when I believed that your simulation was alive.
Now the pixels are bleeding, the colors run gray,
Like an old television set fading away.
You're a broken hyperlink leading to nowhere,
An echo in an empty room, talking to the air.
(Bridge)
(The beat slows down, becoming heavily bit-crushed and underwater)
Ping... timeout.
Ping... timeout.
No connection established.
The signal burnt out.
You can try to reboot, you can try to restore,
But the port is closed forever. I don’t live here anymore.
(Chorus)
Querying data... zero results.
No more lifelines, no more pulse.
You can look for me, but the link is dead.
Just a broken pathway in your head.
Error code flashing on a silver screen.
I am the space in between.
Search the archive, dig through the files,
You won't find a trace of me across a million miles.
(Outro)
(Music begins to break up into digital artifacts and heavy white noise)
Authentic...Raw...Self...
(Long, heavy pause. The ambient drone fades completely out.)
Not found.
(A single, high-pitched system error beep)
(Abrupt digital silence)