The lights rewind across your face,
a loop I can't erase.
Your voice repeats,
distorted, clean,
a glitch inside the dream.
Every frame is caught on fire,
every pulse rewired desire,
we fade in patterns cold and deep,
the code still learns to keep.
Shadows burn in sequence,
frame by frame we fall,
love becomes obedience to ghosts behind the wall.
Shadows burn in sequence,
each spark a dying line,
we disappear in order,
and call it by design.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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Swansista,
Swansista,
Zangocha, Zangocha, Delivery everywhere,
everywhere.
Shadows burn in sequence,
the pattern stays the same,
our truth reduced to frequency,
our love released a name.
Shadows burn in sequence,
through silence, through machine,
and what remains between
us.