Verse 1:

I wake up lost inside —

in a room where all is foreign.

Coffee, photos, names — just shadows

tied to pain and worn in.

Every day’s a simulacrum,

I descend the shadow train.

On the screen a demon whispers:

"Change your face. Forget your name."

Chorus:

Who am I…?!

Just a shard in someone’s memory.

Every feeling —

a hack, a virus in my head.

I’m no hero, no god,

just a void with no breath.

I exist as recollection,

paying penance in full for death.

Verse 2:

Fear pressed in a capsule —