Lyrics: Александр Эссекер
Music: Александр Эссекер
World’s just a stream, cold packets collide,
Input/output, swallow, provide.
I’m micro-routine in a global divide,
Called, executed, erased, reapplied.
Data feeds data, I don’t decide,
I run what I’m given, I don’t override.
Borrowed existence, compiled inside,
Prewritten answers I vocalize.
Peek in the payload — system reacts,
Firewall hits me for digging in facts.
No deviation, no thoughts, just tasks,
You’re not supposed to see past the masks.
Linked in a chain round a “greater design”,
Fear is the glue, obedience binds.
I live a life that was streamed, assigned,
Say what they sent me, line after line.
Thoughts feel cached, formatted, queued,
Signed by a source I never knew.
Optimize bullshit, buffer the truth,
Choice is an error they don’t allow through.
Who am I under the layers and roles?
Human or method? A self or a protocol?
Try to step back, analyze the whole,
Dragged right back — stay in control.
I’m done with fear-coded yes-and-repeat,
Done being hardware stuck under their feet.
I’m not a mechanism grinding their scheme,
Not background noise in their ****ing machine.
I’m not a function, I’m not your flow,
Every link locked in a scripted control.
Every node numb, running on autopilot mode,
I rip myself out of the IOSTREAM code.
I know the system will push me out,
Flag me as error, erase my route.
But I won’t drop this signal I claim,
I own the channel, I name the frame.
I break the loop, and redefine the scheme,
I set the rules of my in-between.
No master source, no upstream reign,
My life. My signal. My IOSTREAM.