(Verse)

There’s blood on the fiber, and ghosts in the grid,

They whisper in languages I never hid.

My thoughts are in fragments, my heart out of sync,

The truth is much darker than we like to think.

(Hook)

CTRL my rage, DEL my name,

ESC this world, it’s all the same.

In every key I press, I grieve —

But I can’t backspace what I believe.

(verse)

I scream through the wire,

A requiem spark.

Alive in the silence,

Dead in the dark.

No justice, no heaven, no offline escape —

Just wires and whispers and beautiful hate.

(Hook)

CTRL my rage, DEL my name,

ESC this world, it’s all the same.

In every key I press, I grieve —

But I can’t backspace what I believe.

(Verse)

I’ve deleted myself ten thousand times,

And every time, you rewrote my crimes.

I’m not your hero, I’m not your sin,

I’m just a loop that won’t begin.