Òyì nke e mepụtara

Neon rain on broken glass I don’t remember how I got past The city talks in static code Telling me things I already know My shadow moves without my permission Lost inside a low-resolution vision Say my name in a digital tone But it doesn’t feel like home Everything here is half alive Everything here is out of time I’m still here… I think Drifting through the signal I’m still here… I think But I feel so artificial I’m still here… I think But the world keeps skipping I’m still here… I think