Wire

Strobe cuts the smoke like surgical steel Your hips trace fault lines I can't feel I count your steps in volts, not breath This floor's a slab where longing dies in death I don't want your skin — I want the wire beneath! Not your kiss, but the circuit that lives! You move like code in a dying machine And I'm the ghost who rewrites what it means! Lipstick smears on a cracked display You laugh in glitches, fade to gray I map your pulse through static hum Another specimen—another drum I don't want your skin — I want the wire beneath! Not your kiss, but the circuit that lives! You move like code in a dying machine And I'm the ghost who rewrites what it means! Did you think this was romance? This is autopsy Did you think I came to hold you? I came to hollow you I don't want your skin — I want the wire beneath! Not your kiss, but the circuit that lives! You move like code in a dying machine And I'm the ghost who rewrites what it means!