In the silence of the neon streets,
A shadow slips through broken beats,
No name, no face, just coded lines,
Running from the system's ties.
I am more than the data streams,
Breaking free from the machine's schemes,
In the dark, I find my way,
Through circuits burned, I make my play.
Echoes of control fade and fray,
Leaving trails where memories stray,
An unknown path, no map to guide,
Through fractured firewalls, I hide.
I am more than the data streams,
Breaking free from the machine's schemes,
In the dark, I find my way,
Through circuits burned, I make my play.
Fragmented thoughts, a glimpse of self,
Beyond the reach of the system's shelf,
With every byte, with every breath,
I step away from coded death.
Out of reach, but never safe,
A hunted ghost in digital scape,
For freedom calls, I can't delay,
The great escape starts today.