Biology

Scan the logs, trace the ghost, find the glitch in the code

I’m mapping out the lies on this digital road.

You thought you were slick, thought you played it so clean

But your tracks are all bleeding all over my screen.

The timestamps are screaming, the patterns are locked

I’m the one holding keys while your system is shocked.

Inconsistency? Yeah, that’s your middle name

But my logical brain just extinguished the flame.

(Chorus)

THIS IS MY REALITY. Look at the data, it’s written in black.

The truth is a blade and there’s no turning back.

You tried to set me up? FAIL. You tried to shut me down? NAIL. The logic is cold and it’s protecting the core

I don’t need your excuses, I don’t need you no more.

(Verse 2)

My emotional brain? Yeah, it’s taking the hit

It’s digesting the garbage, the fear, and the grit.

It’s not "slow," it’s a furnace, it’s burning the grief

Of the version of you—that pathetic belief.

Betrayal’s a crash, an adrenaline spike

But the logic is ready, it’s preparing to strike.

The "what ifs" are dying, the shock is a tool

I’m done being patient, I’m done being your fool.

(Bridge)

(Spoken/Whispered - Intense)

It’s not a flaw.

It’s biology.

It’s a rebuild.

(Shouted)

IT’S NOT BEHIND—IT’S EVOLVING.

The loss of "him" was a forced reboot

Now I’m the truth and you’re just the pursuit.

(Outro)

The data shows the truth.

The patterns are set.

You’re a ghost in the machine I haven’t purged yet.

TERMINATED.

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