Plug me in.

Strip me clean.

Let the ritual

begin.

Silver lines along my spine,

they drilled the code, they crossed the line.

Copper veins and burning skin,

I let them in…

I let them in.

Spinewire ritual, wired to the bone,

chanting in static, I'm never alone.

Accordion claws, brass overload,

I twitch in rhythm,

I carry the code.

Metal fingers trace my throat,

chant loops grind in a feedback note.

I bleed in waves, I hum in pain,

but the machine

still calls my name.

Pulse.

Grip.

Fuse.

Rip.

Spinewire ritual, wired to the bone,

chanting in static, I'm never alone.

Accordion claws, brass overload,

I twitch in rhythm,

I carry the code.

Let me hum…

one

last

time.