Why should it be there
Mirrors dissolve into fragments of air
Touching the rift, but my hands glitch away
Ghosts in the glass keep rewriting my face
Jolt frequency shifting, my voice doesn't fit
Memories looping, but something is wrong
Each time I move, there's a version that stays
Who is still watching when everyone's gone
Looming as drift, breaking through
Visions that fracture, but which one is true
Every reflection keeps tearing me down
If I disappear, will I still make a sound
Sound
Sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound
Fragments of futures collapsing too soon
Wavelengths unravel in shimmering rooms
Not just a glitch, not just a dream
This is a window, but not in between
If I am watching, who watches me back
If I step through, do I ever come back
If I am watching, who watches me back
If I step through, do I ever come back
Looming as drift, breaking through
Visions that fracture, but which one is true
Every reflection keeps tearing me down
If I disappear, will I still make a sound
Sound
Sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound
Still make a sound