Lyric

What pulses here is not blood, nor memory of life

It is the sound of grinding bone and rusted sand, pushing this decaying vessel

No pain left to register, no destination to conquer

Kinetic necrosis begins, a failure of all ontological coordinates

With each synthetic breath, a fracture echoes in collapsing lungs

Vision clouded, recording only dead, artificial light

Neural pathways misfire, hallucinating a body that ceased to exist

Ambulate. Collapse. Reboot. The cycle signifies nothing

Memory of who I sought eroded with my dragging footprints

The line between life and death trampled centuries ago

Respiratory offline. Yet, cellular structures refuse to stop spasming

Unnatural current runs through withered spine

Whose will commands this perpetual motion?

I am a phantom locked in a physical paradox

Behold the eternal choreography of rigor mortis

The soul inflates, a ghostly balloon in shattered ribs

Singing through a mechanical heart on frequencies no human can perceive

Oh, absolute beauty of this disintegrating husk, soaring into the void!

Watch me dance on the razor's edge of existential dread

Fragments of forgotten life cause anomalies in remaining signals

I once loved and hated. Now, merely corrupted data

Inorganically, I am an entity consuming space

I was supposed to be human, classified among the living

Now, just friction of metal dragging against stone

Silence is deafening, yet an anomaly forms from the abyss

Impulse without vector. Destructive urge without target

Boiling beneath synthetic skin, demanding a release that never comes

Bring it all to a devastating end

Shatter the firmament! Turn the cosmos into ash

Targetless wrath, pierce the void, let heavens bleed

Yet the ghostly wail rises, a terrifying lament

A prayer to an empty astral plane that will never answer

Walking the gray desert. Wind erases heavy tracks

My proof of existence is violent noise in this vacuum

Gears masticate remaining flesh, pain receptors offline

Meaning was never configured in my blueprint

I am a mutation. An error in the grand design

Turn. Step. Fall. The orchestra is creaking bones

Acting human, merely a mass of kinetic energy

Remnants of soul soar, colliding with this miniature hell's ceiling

Shedding humanity like dead skin, only pure motion remains

An opera of the empty husk, echoing to a dead galaxy

Laughing while weeping, raging in an infinite loop

None can kill me, I have transcended death

Listen to the piercing frequency of a soul evaporating

Magnificent tragedy without audience, for uncaring stars

Observation log, final entry. Target ceased vital functions

Kinetic energy sustained at maximum output

Emotional algorithms completely collapsed

Nowhere to run, to hide, to attack

Impulse vector at zero. Only energy diffuses

Let the final pulse return everything to primordial null

Roar into meaningless nothingness until vocal cords disintegrate

May this artificial construct rot in deepest oblivion

Ethereal scream of a vestigial soul, burning brighter than a dying sun

Symphony of absolute madness, echoing forever in my hollow chest