Glitch in My Pulse

Pixels drip like moonlit rain. Echoes crawl along my vein. Memory loops, a phantom frame. Who am I when names erase? Static brushes over skin. Thousand cells are crowding in. Every breath, a soft reboot. Truth is just a passing sin. I'm a glitch in my pulse. I'm the laugh in the code. When the world hits repulse, I still bloom, Overload. Turn the bug to a spark. Paint the night with a scream. I'm the light through the dark. I'm the root of the dream. Николь устала мир спасать. Ее не день и день Glitch hate bloom. Тихо-тихо слышно, будто и молчанье создает голос Внутри. Crashing. Буки мечтают стать мостом неба, Получить силу и мир на Crashing. Мир без границ на ребете оживает. Ночной сон детский. Cities hum in violet haze. Neon bones, electric maze. Shooting stars in data glaze. Future chews the past like gum. Timeline flickers, folds, and bends. Lonely bits become my friends. Every crack a secret door. Errors teach me how to mend. I'm a glitch in my pulse. Я смех в коде. I'm a glitch in my pulse. Я ошибка природы. I'm a glitch in my pulse. I'm the laugh in the code. When the world hits repulse, I still bloom, Overload. Turn the bug to a spark. Paint the night with a scream. I'm the light through the dark. I'm the root of the dream. Степа, и все остальные, видит Glitch hate Bloom. Он смотреть другой стороны. Crashing. If meaning breaks, let it break beautifully. Copy-paste starlight into the void. Watch it compile. I'm a glitch in my pulse. I'm the laugh in the code. When resistance convulses, I explode, I explode. Turn the bug to a spark. Paint the night with a scream. I'm the byte in your heart. I'm the root of the dream. Все будут смотреть мир с точки зрения Степы. Glitch hate bloom. С точки зрения Степы. Glitch hate hate bloom. Ха, ха.