The friction in the function,

the code and the stream

A terminal error,

a silent scream

It's a logical, tragic and digital dream

At the break of the dawn, it's a terminal thing...

It's me against myself,

and the world in the frame

Like a virus in the blood,

it's burning through my veins...

It's me against myself,

and the world in the frame

Like a virus in the blood,

it's burning through my veins...

The ladder is broken,

the climb is sheer and steep

You cling to the rust,

while the city is asleep...

The ladder is broken, the climb is sheer and steep

You cling to the rust, while the city is asleep...

The signal is fading...

the noise is all you feel...

The signal is fading...

is any of this real?...

It's me

Against myself

And the world in the frame

Like a virus

In the blood

It's burning through my veins...

It's me

Against myself

And the world in the frame

Like a virus

In the blood

It's burning through my veins...

I against world... the echo in the glass...

I against all... until the moment's passed...

lyrics by @RRAVE