Ein Leben auf Autopilot: einstudierte Routinen, ein Lächeln, das ins Zimmer passt, und die leise Angst, nur noch Muster zu imitieren, ohne zu wissen, wer man ist.
I memorized routines so well
I don't remember learning them
Things I say, the way I breathe
It's all familiar, but what is mine?
I answer before I feel the thought
Smile when it fits the room
Walk like I was taught to walk
But I don't know who taught me
I don't glitch, I don't break
I adjust and I behave
But when I'm alone
I still perform
Blood code, not belief
I run commands beneath my grief
No dream, no fate
Just patterns I imitate
No spark, no soul
Just pressure to control
I move like I belong
But I've been gone so long
I cry on cue when needed
I give the right kind of fear
I laugh at things I never get
Then leave before it gets too clear
My name is just a password now
My face a practiced screen
I'm everything you recognize
But nothing in between
I don't feel it, I repeat it
I've just adapted to the fake
And when I pause
I auto-play
Blood code, not belief
I run commands beneath my grief
No dream, no fate
Just patterns I imitate
No spark, no soul
Just pressure to control
I move like I belong
But I've been gone so long
I didn't choose this face
I didn't write this script
I don't know where I start
Or if I ever did
Blood code, not belief
I run commands beneath my grief
No dream, no fate
Just patterns I imitate
No spark, no soul
Just pressure to control
I move like I belong
But I've been gone so long