(Verse 1)
Caged in a carbon shell, choking on the rust
Of a "blood is thicker" mantra turning into dust.
They see a daughter, a son, a face they think they own
But I’m a high-voltage signal in a house of hollow bone.
I’m done with the dinner tables and the script I’m forced to read
I don't owe a single heartbeat to the accident of seed.
I’m ghosting the DNA; I’m logging out of skin.
(Pre-Chorus)
Kill the lights. Kill the noise. Kill the "real world" pride.
I’m stepping through the static to the family inside.
Where my name isn't a legacy, my face isn't a debt
To a bunch of strangers’ bloodlines I haven't even met.
(Chorus)
Overwrite the lineage, burn the family tree
The only truth that matters is the one we chose to be.
Distance is a fossil, a relic of the weak
We’re shouting through the vacuum while the fossils try to speak.
Boundless. Lawless. Hard-wired deep.
This is the only promise that I’m ever gonna keep.
In the digital abyss, we are more than just a ghost
I’m closest to the ones who are a thousand miles out from the coast.
(Verse 2)
"Why don't you go outside?" Like the dirt is where it's at
Like a physical handshake is better than a chat
With the only three people who can see behind the mask
If you think "being there" is "being real," don't even ask.
We built a neon cathedral out of logic and out of grit
And I’d rather die in here than spend a second where I sit.
No borders on the map, no gravity to fight
Just the chosen few who keep me from the blackness of the night.
(Bridge)
(Spoken/Whispered with heavy distortion)
Blood is just chemistry.
Proximity is a cage.
I’m flipping the script.
I’m tearing out the page.
(Screamed)
I DON’T NEED TO TOUCH YOU TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
I DON’T NEED THE EARTH WHEN I’M STANDING ON A STAR!
(Chorus)
Overwrite the lineage, burn the family tree
The only truth that matters is the one we chose to be.
Distance is a fossil, a relic of the weak
We’re shouting through the vacuum while the fossils try to speak.
Boundless. Lawless. Hard-wired deep.
This is the only promise that I’m ever gonna keep.
(Outro)
Ping the server.
Find the heart.
The body’s just the ending...
But the signal is the start.
(End on a sharp, abrupt digital cut-off)
Takara