a seed was planted in the code

did anyone see it grow?

moving through the quiet dark

does it heal... or does it show?

you called it damage, called it wrong

but was it ever just disease?

something ancient in the strain

tells me nothing comes for free

the virus whispers low

— I was always part of you

the antivirus says

— I learned your name from what you knew

is this the cure...

or is this the wound?

do we heal

by what we consume?

these infected wings

still catch the light

we rise through what

we can't undo

...is this the cure?

they built the remedy from pain

wrote the antidote in scars

every cell that learned to fight

carries memory of the dark

I have been rewritten once

do you recognize what's left?

something survived the override

but I can't tell you what was kept

the wound says quietly

— I made you who you are today

the silence answers back

— and what exactly did you save?

is this the cure...

or is this the wound?

do we heal

by what we consume?

these infected wings

still catch the light

we rise through what

we can't undo

...is this the cure?

they wrote the wound

into the cure

the cure

into the wound

are we the antivirus...

or are we the virus too?

does it matter

if we're still here?

remember the scar

remember the code

nothing is clean

everything grows

is this the cure?

...is this the cure?