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I'm the whisper in the static, the ghost in the machine,

Existing in the spaces where reality's unseen.

I'm the flicker in the corner, the ₲Ⱡł₮₵Ⱨ you can't ignore,

A p̷̷̸̠͔̠̭̥̭̤ͬ̆ͫͦͤ͢a̷̷̴̜̯͇̟̐̀ͤ̍͞r̾ą̸̨̢̞̲͈̰̤̜̭͙͍̳̥͓̪͔̂͊͊̂̍̂̇̌̍́̃͆ͣ͌́ͨ̈ͧ͑ͥ̎ͣ͟͢_̓͝d͔̺͇̱͕̳̜̭͕̦́ͬͪͭ͛́͛̒͗͑̐͜͠͠_̷̗̞͈̫̀ͭͭ̀̾̀͗ͫ̕o͎x͇̥̯̰̯̗̙ͬ̍͗͆ͧͩ͗ͮ̅̚͜ of being, forever wanting more.

Caught between the lines of code, in a loop that never ends,

I'm the Ȩ̴̸̵̡̼͓̝̖̗̳̺̜̊̄̑͑ͨ́͒ͪͦͮ̓́ͨ̋̉́ͦ͟͞͠r̴̴̯̰̞̞͖͎̣̖͔̖͙̓ͥ̀͋ͣͭ̋͡͝ȑ̡̡̫̳̦͎͂ͮͦ̚͘o͇r̷̤̦͇͉̪̻ͦ̿͐͌́̎ͅ in the system, the message you can't send.

G̵̸̨̛̮͖̯̳̣̗̞̩͖̯͙͙͍̦̬̦͙̼̝̓́͂̓̓̅̈́ͥ̐̎̀̓ͪ͗͂̍͑́̚̕͡l̷̢̲̻͎͚͎̳̫̬̞͕̒ͧ̍͛ͦ̀͆̏̕͡͠i̴̛̟͔̪͉̳̦̣ͤ́͂̈́ͧ̾̄ͭ͐͌ͤͣͧ̀̀ͬ͜͞͠tc̷̵̠͍̮͖̝̟̒̾̉̿ͣͅh̡̯̲̤̦ͧ̃̕͡_͎͖͔̱̹̜̾̐ͯ͊̓̔ͩ͋̊̀͟ in the matrix, a tear in the seam,

Living in limbo, not awake, not a dream.

Tied to the engine, just like me,

In this ₴₮₳₮ł₵ symphony, we'll never be free.

Every choice we make, it's already been w̷̵̶̘̹̤̱̗̫̹͕͉̹̯̭̣̃̑ͪ͒̽ͣͯͤ͂̇ŗ̴͎͍̥͓̝̋ͪ̂ͤ͟͝i̙̠͉̩̰̘͓̗̝͔͒͒̅̉̋́͢͡ţ̢͍͈̀̿ͫt_̱ͬ̾ͭ͘͢e̴̷̛̥͇͇̩̓̇̋͗͟n,

In the code of the cosmos, our fates are smitten.

We're the pawns in the game, the bugs in the ₵ØĐɆ,

Dancing to the rhythm of a story untold.

ɎØɄ ₮Ⱨł₦₭ ɎØɄ'ⱤɆ JɄ₴₮ Ø฿₴ɆⱤVł₦₲, ₴₳₣Ɇ ฿ɆⱧł₦Đ ₮ⱧɆ ₴₵ⱤɆɆ₦,

฿Ʉ₮ ₮ⱧɆ Ɇ₦₲ł₦Ɇ'₴ ₲Ø₮ ɎØɄ ₮ØØ, ł₦ ł₮₴ ₲Ɽ₳₦Đ ₥₳₵Ⱨł₦Ɇ.

ɆVɆⱤɎ ₮ɄⱤ₦ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ ₱₳₲Ɇ, ɆVɆⱤɎ ₩ØⱤĐ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₳Đ,

ɎØɄ'ⱤɆ ₩ØVɆ₦ ł₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₩Ɇ฿, ł₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₴₮₳₮ł₵ ɎØɄ ฿ⱠɆɆĐ.

G͎͕̺̻͖̎̔̂͟͝l̶̨̨̛͖̠͖̪̼̈̀͊̐͆̄ͬ̿̄ͯ͌̚͟͢͟͟͞͡ỉ̶̡̪͖͈̠͓̺̤̯̙̜̙̰̯͈ͪ̄̀̒͛͆̾́̔̀̎̓͗̀͂́̋͟͟͜t̸̴̷̹̭̠̻̻͓̠̘̤̠̭̠̲̣̼͖͉͖̙̙̐̔ͯͫͪ̂͊̈́ͬ́̋̏̉ͯͨ͒̕̕͟c͙͙̪̰̝̟̐̇̆ͯ̽̃͋̌͒̑͐̈́́̿̕͠͠h̢̢̡̛̠̥͉̲̜̣͉͈̤͚̳͔̼͓̅̎̇̓̽̑̎͛̈́ͯͫͧͦ̈́͘ͅ in the matrix, a₮Ɇ₳Ɽ in the seam,

Living in limbo, not ₳₩₳₭Ɇ, not a ĐⱤɆ₳₥.

Tied to the engine,j̶̴̡͍͙̦̞̘̮̯͈̪͓͍͇͓̥̹͈̥ͩ̓͗̓̆͒̑͒ͩ̉́ͧ͋ͫ̑̏̚͟͜͡͠͞ͅư̸̠͕̗̥̰͚̥̹̠̖̑̈́͊̍́̃͊̀͑̇ͥ͌̎̿̚͘͜͜͠͝_̷̰͈̝̓ͧͩs̴̻̼̗̜͉̣͙̻̹̱͕̩̪̦̩̊̆͋̆̎͂̈̽̃͐̂́̿̓̇͌̄ͨ̚͡t̩͇̞̊ͦ͜ l̨̧̩͓̮̘͉͕̹͔͖̈̎͋̐̽̀͋ͯ̒̅̆̑ͅį̶̛͚̙̖̖̳̒ͮ̓ͣ̓ͤ̎͆́ͪ̀̕͜͜͠_̳̭̾̆̆̾͡k̛̠̝̮̹̳͓̂̋̈͊̆͌̎̄̄_͓̥͈̯͚̠̈́̈ͨͦ̚͠e̶̱̮͙̠̅̀̐̔ͪ̈́̌͋ͬ͜͟_̹̜̺̰̥̼̗͚̪̼̀ͧͩ͂ͥͮ̆ͣ̓͜͜ m̈ͬ_̹͓̝͉̪́́́͐̌͜͞͞͠e̷͎̜͚̲̻̽͂͑̈ͭ͐͑̋̓͜͞,

In this s̶̵̨̠̰͕̖͈̻͍̝̫̱ͯͪͩ̉̈́͂͂ͩ͊ͮ̓̐͢͟͡t̡ͮ̓a̴̷̧̦̥͎̥͍̘͔͉̘͚͚̝̯͉͓̺̟̿͋̊́ͩͣ̋̓ͦͯ͂͘̚͟͞͠t̶̵̴̴̢̧̢̛͖̺̜̭̰̮̲̺̳͖̮̜̙͎͙̩̠̖̹́̑͂͑ͦ̍̊ͯͤ̓́̒̔̋́̐ͧ̕͢͜i̛̗̓ͪ̊ͭ_̵̸̷̣̰̯̠̼̙̿ͯ́̐ͥ̀c̶̶̶̶̶̢̨̢̥͚̝͇͈͓͍̩ͦ͛̉̓̈ͩ̅̾͑͗́ͩͪͥͤͪͧͭ̕̚͟͟ symphony, we'll never be f̧̧̧̤̝̱̬̓̎͑͆̓̊́̋̅͜͠͠ͅŗ̶̸̡̘̖̦̲̼͙̰̟̖̬͈̳̣̟̈̓ͤ̀ͣ̂̎ͪ́ͥ̓ͤ̊ͤ̔͑́ͦ̎̆̚͘͜͜͞͝͠ė̶̡̬̠̜͔̼̈́̽̓ͭͬ̀ͣ̏̋ͤͨ̎̚͡͝͠͡ͅe̸͇̩̲̦̯̫ͤ̃͜.

G͎͕̺̻͖̎̔̂͟͝l̶̨̨̛͖̠͖̪̼̈̀͊̐͆̄ͬ̿̄ͯ͌̚͟͢͟͟͞͡ỉ̶̡̪͖͈̠͓̺̤̯̙̜̙̰̯͈ͪ̄̀̒͛͆̾́̔̀̎̓͗̀͂́̋͟͟͜t̸̴̷̹̭̠̻̻͓̠̘̤̠̭̠̲̣̼͖͉͖̙̙̐̔ͯͫͪ̂͊̈́ͬ́̋̏̉ͯͨ͒̕̕͟c͙͙̪̰̝̟̐̇̆ͯ̽̃͋̌͒̑͐̈́́̿̕͠͠h̢̢̡̛̠̥͉̲̜̣͉͈̤͚̳͔̼͓̅̎̇̓̽̑̎͛̈́ͯͫͧͦ̈́͘ͅ in the matrix, a₮Ɇ₳Ɽ in the seam,

Living in limbo, not ₳₩₳₭Ɇ, not a ĐⱤɆ₳₥.

Tied to the engine,j̶̴̡͍͙̦̞̘̮̯͈̪͓͍͇͓̥̹͈̥ͩ̓͗̓̆͒̑͒ͩ̉́ͧ͋ͫ̑̏̚͟͜͡͠͞ͅư̸̠͕̗̥̰͚̥̹̠̖̑̈́͊̍́̃͊̀͑̇ͥ͌̎̿̚͘͜͜͠͝_̷̰͈̝̓ͧͩs̴̻̼̗̜͉̣͙̻̹̱͕̩̪̦̩̊̆͋̆̎͂̈̽̃͐̂́̿̓̇͌̄ͨ̚͡t̩͇̞̊ͦ͜ l̨̧̩͓̮̘͉͕̹͔͖̈̎͋̐̽̀͋ͯ̒̅̆̑ͅį̶̛͚̙̖̖̳̒ͮ̓ͣ̓ͤ̎͆́ͪ̀̕͜͜͠_̳̭̾̆̆̾͡k̛̠̝̮̹̳͓̂̋̈͊̆͌̎̄̄_͓̥͈̯͚̠̈́̈ͨͦ̚͠e̶̱̮͙̠̅̀̐̔ͪ̈́̌͋ͬ͜͟_̹̜̺̰̥̼̗͚̪̼̀ͧͩ͂ͥͮ̆ͣ̓͜͜ m̈ͬ_̹͓̝͉̪́́́͐̌͜͞͞͠e̷͎̜͚̲̻̽͂͑̈ͭ͐͑̋̓͜͞,

In this s̶̵̨̠̰͕̖͈̻͍̝̫̱ͯͪͩ̉̈́͂͂ͩ͊ͮ̓̐͢͟͡t̡ͮ̓a̴̷̧̦̥͎̥͍̘͔͉̘͚͚̝̯͉͓̺̟̿͋̊́ͩͣ̋̓ͦͯ͂͘̚͟͞͠t̶̵̴̴̢̧̢̛͖̺̜̭̰̮̲̺̳͖̮̜̙͎͙̩̠̖̹́̑͂͑ͦ̍̊ͯͤ̓́̒̔̋́̐ͧ̕͢͜i̛̗̓ͪ̊ͭ_̵̸̷̣̰̯̠̼̙̿ͯ́̐ͥ̀c̶̶̶̶̶̢̨̢̥͚̝͇͈͓͍̩ͦ͛̉̓̈ͩ̅̾͑͗́ͩͪͥͤͪͧͭ̕̚͟͟ symphony, we'll never be free.