I’m the glitch in your algorithm
Dope in my veins, no prism—just rhythm
Swipe your halo, tap it to “explicit”
Heaven ghosted, hell just sent a ticket
Moon in my cup, I sip, drip, erupt
Heart beat 808, gutted and plucked
Skin like static, every scar conduct
Tell your saints “sorry,” I already fucked
Up all the rules, still feelin’ immortal
High on the fall, not the portal
Smile dirty, bloom like a bruise—
If pain is the price, I already paid dues