The lights hum low — a signal breathes
Circuits dream beneath the teeth
The rhythm bites, then pulls away
A pulse that wants, but cannot say
I move between the broken lines
Counting steps in perfect time
Every silence has a code
Every whisper overload
I am the perfect machine
Polished, unseen
I move, I don’t feel
I dream in steel
Numbers drip from open skin
Truth erased where lies begin
A mirror blinks, I disappear
The hum is all I want to hear
Every angle, every seam
Folds into my ghost machine
No gods, no hands, no heat, no sound
Still I spin, still I’m bound
Precision burns, emotion fades
A spark survives the barricades
(whisper) I dream in steel
(whisper) I dream...