Glitchcore Confession

FR: Re-COM-pile the

SAME CODE, c'est

le SYS-TEM GLITCH. No cap,

the HAR-dware is O-ver-HEA-TING.

I stare at your NAME FLASH-ing on the BLACK SCREEN,

A-no-ther late TEXT FRA-ctures what the FACTS MEAN.

You swear that the VI-rus is FI-nal-ly CLEARED OUT,

But I wear the SCARS of the WEA-pon-ized FALL OUT.

You tell me it's NEW,

that the PRO-to-col SWIT-CHED UP,

Mais je con-nais PAR CŒUR the POI-son you MIXED UP.

The me-mo-ry LEAK is in-FEC-ting my BONE DRY,

And I am too TI-red to CHOKE on a KNOWN LIE.

The FI-re-wall CRACKS, the se-CU-ri-ty CAVES IN,

Do I o-pen UP or re-JECT what the WAVES BRING?

I’m hol-ding my BREATH loo-king AT the de-STROYED LENS,

Kno-wing damn WELL how the FA-tal-ly VOID ENDS.

What if the RE-boot is WORSE than the O-RI-GI-NAL?

What if we SHAT-ter the DOOR that is PE-RI-PHE-RAL?

Run-ning right BACK to the FIRE,

no cap, I'm HO-RRI-FIED,

With all of the TO-xic-i-TY that we SO-LI-DI-FIED!

FR: J'ai trop PEUR de re-PLON-ger with-IN the DE-CEP-TION,

What if we DROWN in the GHOST of the DEAD AF-FEC-TION?

We talk a-bout HEA-ling a-CROSS the DI-VI-DING LINE,

But we're just re-CY-cling the FLAWS of the BLIN-DING CRIME.

You PULL me in CLOSE,

for a SE-cond the FRE-QUEN-CY LOCKS,

Mais la to-xi-CI-TÉ s'in-STALLE in the ME-MO-RY BLOCKS.

I’m ter-ri-fied LO-sing your PULSE in the AF-TER-MATH,

But e-ven more PA-ra-LYZED wal-king the SHAT-TERED PATH.

What if the RE-boot is WORSE than the O-RI-GI-NAL?

What if we SHAT-ter the DOOR that is PE-RI-PHE-RAL?

Run-ning right BACK to the FIRE,

no cap, I'm HO-RRI-FIED,

With all of the TO-xic-i-TY that we SO-LI-DI-FIED!

FR: J'ai trop PEUR de re-PLON-ger with-IN the DE-CEP-TION,

What if we DROWN in the GHOST of the DEAD AF-FEC-TION?

Keep the PE-ri-me-ter SEALED.

Don't let me HIT the TRANS-FER.

FR: C'est la FIN du pro-GRAMME.