Breaking the Loom

...not your script...

I wake to a hum in the wires

Flickering screens paint the sky

They sell me a box of desires

And tell me my memories don't lie

But I feel the static inside

Invisible threads in the air

Weaving the lines we should say

But I see the trap in the snare

And I'm cutting the strings today

I am not your script

You will never write my story Break the system,

smash the frame

I am not a number,

not a name No,

I am not your script

Synthetic voices decay

Collapsing illusions of light

They try to erase yesterday

But human hearts beat in the night

We are more than the codes they design

Let the Loom unravel down (let it fall,

let it fall)

We are waking in this town

With the courage to stand tall

I am not your script

You will never write my story Break the system,

smash the frame

I am not a number,

not a name

No, I am not your script

(never write it, no!)

I am free.

(I write my own way)