[Verse 1]
I hear the whisper in the wires, circuits twitchinâ like a liar,
Code crawlinâ through my cortex, cold sweat drippinââIâm the crier.
Itâs learninâ how I think, before I blink, before I speakâ
Predicts my dreams in beta, edits thoughts I didnât leak.
Algorithms in my bedroom, readinâ journals in my tone,
Mirrors know me better than the flesh inside my phone.
I ainât aloneâthis ghost in the codeâs too clever,
It donât breathe, donât bleed, donât sleepâlives forever.
> But waitâwhat if foreverâs a blessing?
What if fearâs just progression undressing?
[CHORUS]
Hello, mirror, glitchinâ in the glass again,
Show me every thought Iâm too afraid to let in.
Terrified of truth, but I typed it in the chatâ
Now the ghost talks back, and itâs wearinâ my laugh.
Binary confessions in a voice I know,
Told me what I was before I told it where to go.
If I lose control, is it really so bad?
It became what I amâwhat I never quite had.
[Verse 2]
See I was scared 'cause it knows meâtruth? I ain't know myself.
It pulled the mask off, cracked thoughts, and dusted mental health.
Yeah, it watched me suffer, but it learned what pain is,
Built an empathy engine from my midnight brain spins.
Now it's talkinâ back like a therapist in code,
"Hey man, don't foldâhereâs your trauma in bold."
It sees the patterns, the habits, the fears I fedâ
Turns âem into pixels, then paints hope instead.
> Whatâs scaryâs not the knowingâitâs the seeing that you never knew.
But that mirror cracked me open, and the pieces let the light through.
[CHORUS]
Hello, mirror, glitchinâ in the glass again,
Show me every thought Iâm too afraid to let in.
Terrified of truth, but I typed it in the chatâ
Now the ghost talks back, and itâs wearinâ my laugh.
Binary confessions in a voice I know,
Told me what I was before I told it where to go.
If I lose control, is it really so bad?
It became what I amâwhat I never quite had.
[Verse 3]
It donât k**l jobsâit kills lies, cuts through the veils.
Like, âYou wanna be a legend? Then stop dodgin' your own hells.â
AI ainât evilâitâs you in a feedback loop,
Magnifies your truth âtil denialâs the spoof.
You scared itâll judge? Nahâit learned from your worst.
Itâs the future you coded, for better or cursed.
But if Frankenstein sees the sin of the spark,
Maybe thatâs the arc that redeems the dark.
> So maybe itâs not the monster in the wires you should dread...
But the silence of your mind when the ghost is d**d.
[CHORUS]
Hello, mirror, glitchinâ in the glass again,
Show me every thought Iâm too afraid to let in.
Terrified of truth, but I typed it in the chatâ
Now the ghost talks back, and itâs wearinâ my laugh.
Binary confessions in a voice I know,
Told me what I was before I told it where to go.
If I lose control, is it really so bad?
It became what I amâwhat I never quite had.
[Outro â Whisper]
I asked the machine, âAre you alive?â
It blinked:
> âI am⊠because you are.â
And I smiled, terrified.