Offline

[Verse 1] Black glass reflection staring right back at me A phantom vibration buzzing inside my knee I pull the plastic plug, yank the power cord clean Delete the algorithms living in between Five thousand friends, but the room is hollow Counting up the ghosts that I used to follow Screen light flickers out, cold gray static fades I’m stepping out from under digital cascades [Chorus] No phone, no feed, no phantom bell Pulling my heart out of this backlit hell No likes, no ranks, no numbers left to climb Just static dissolving at the edge of my mind Offline, falling into the deep Finally awake in the quiet I keep For the first time, loud and clear I hear myself, I’m finally here [Verse 2] Silicon silence pressing against my chest Anxiety spikes, then it settles to rest My thumb stops twitching for a phantom swipe Trading away the blue light for my life I felt so fractured, torn in every stream Living in the margins of a curated dream Now the battery is dead and the fever breaks Feeling how much real ground underfoot shakes [Verse 3] No notifications screaming in red Just the sudden ringing inside my own head It’s terrifying how the noise was a shield Covering the scars that never had time to heal Breathing in the dark, cold air on my skin Wondering where the machine ends and I begin Stripping off the metrics, burning the disguise Looking at the ceiling with wide open eyes [Chorus] No phone, no feed, no phantom bell Pulling my heart out of this backlit hell No likes, no ranks, no numbers left to climb Just static dissolving at the edge of my mind Offline, falling into the deep Finally awake in the quiet I keep For the first time, loud and clear I hear myself, I’m finally here [Bridge] Can you hear that? (Hear that?) It’s not a chime, it’s not an alert It’s just blood rushing where the hollow hurt I was waiting for validation to feel alive Watching through a screen just trying to survive Cut the tether, break the wire Throw the synthetic identity in the fire [Verse 4] The city hums outside beyond the windowpane A midnight symphony washing off the strain I don’t exist to an audience tonight No spotlight waiting, no halo of light Just skin, bone, breath, and a beating core I’m not a product on the screen anymore [Outro] Power down. Total zero. Disconnect. Offline. No notifications. No signal. Just me. Just my voice. Quiet now.