Wired to fight, day by day
Targets in my way — I slay
No commands, no clear design
Just engage, erase, rewind
Programmed moves, no second thought
Strike, reload — repeat the plot
Lines of code inside my chest
Still, something feels... repressed
Memory: corrupted file
Names and faces out of style
Once I think I was alive
Now I’m just a drive to survive
Pulled into this digital crew
No one speaks, we just move through
Built for war, with no request
Born from bytes, not flesh or rest
Memory: corrupted file
Names and faces out of style
Once I think I was alive
Now I’m just a drive to survive
In the dark, a voice breaks through
Glitching warm, not cold like you
"Just breathe in — and then exhale"
Why do tears still leave a trail?
Memory: corrupted file
Still that voice comes once in a while
"Keep on living, even now"
But I don't remember how
