Cage Throb

I never invited this shift,

this unwanted design But the internal logic is losing the line.

So I’ll vanish, I’ll ghost,

I’ll retract the intent

Too close to the current,

too close to the event.

If we were left to the silence,

the walls would cave in I’m running from the confession before the

games can begin.

Abandon the resonance, destroy the map of the heart The emotional wreckage

is tearing the future apart.

"Fuck the feeling," a mantra for the internal strife The sentiment is

nothing but a drain on the life.

I reject the trajectory.

Je rejette tout ce que je ressens.

Fuck feelings.

Fuck the sentiment.

I can’t just exit,

it’s not that refined If you appear on the horizon,

I’ll be left behind.

We are a collision,

a doomed, static play

I’m carving the cord,

I’m fading away. It’s a toxic reaction,

a system-wide error I’m purging the warmth to escape from the terror.

It’s a glitch in the sovereign state.

Un bug dans le système.

Fuck the feeling.

100% Tiguidou.

The rejection is calibrated.

The connection

is offline.