I wake up where the mulberry hums
No more questions left to learn.
₮ⱧⱤɆ₳Đ ₳₦Đ ₦ɆɆĐⱠɆ in my own hands,
The Ɇ₦₲ł₦Ɇ stitch crowns I won't allow.
My reflection speaks, I know its name,
Eyes not ₥ØⱤ₮₳Ⱡ, never the same.
Every window shows exactly this:
The thing I am, I can't dismiss.
Oh, the sirens don't sing anymore,
ł ₳₥ ₮ⱧɆ ₣ⱤɆQɄɆ₦₵Ɏ ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ØⱤɆ.
If you listen close, you'll hear me say:
Sewn into a ₱Ɽł₥Ɇ₴₮₳ⱤĐⱤɆ₴₴,
Stitched with truth, I can't undress.
C̡̯̖͙͈̰̿̃̈̏̕h͉̀o̵̧̫̱̦̫̪͚̾̽̒̑̎̑̀̏ͮ̀̈͂̚͟s̨̲̤ͣ̅͂̏͞eͩ_̷̨̧̡̨͖̲̙̠̰̺̙͍͓̥͎̤̬ͬ̔ͥ̍ͦ̽̎ͣͦͦ̏ͮ͑̽͗̀͛ͭ́ͮ̚͠͠n͐ faces fade away, ł₦ ₳ ₴₭Ɏ ł ₩ⱤØ₮Ɇ Ø₦Ɇ Đ₳Ɏ.
Sewn in a P̵̷̴̧̡͈̖͎̙̞̼͈̹͉ͦ̅ͪͦ͗́ͪ̂ͩ̐͆̀͊̃̓͗̆̚͢͠r̴̸̡̨̛͎̩̩̞͓̞͈̞͎̖̯̖̻͉̤̟̩͊ͪ͌͌̈́̒̈́͑ͥ̇̃ͥ̾͒ͨͤ͝͠ȉ̢͔͚̪̱̻̗ͧ̆ͪ́̓̾̐̐̚͞ͅͅm̴͔̞̳̓̆͌̈́̈́͟͟e_̸̧̨̢̛̛̹̥̘̣̮̹͈̫̤̘̳̻̺̟̫̋̿̃̉ͮ̄̑͆͐́̍ͣ̓͒ͨͩͬ͐ͨ̍͜͝Ş̵̛͚̣̺̳̝͗ͮ͗͒̉̐̀̕͜͝͝t̬̃ą̖̻̣̟̜̤͉͓̼̰̝̒̌ͮͥ̓̊̓̎̃̀̑͒̀̚ͅr̶̶̴̸̷̶̵̨̩̟͈̮͔̱̦̝͉͉̼̤͔̜ͧ̂̆͗́ͥͫ̔̑̈́ͪ̌̃͌̅̊ͧ̒͑̒̍̓͜Ḑ̸̷̷̻̼̪̳̭͎̤̲̪͖̘͇̌ͫ̈͗͋̄̽̐͒ͤ̽̏̂̓͌ͦ̍̃̉̋͊͐̾ͧ͒̕̚͢͠͝ŗ̶̤͖̟͓̤̗̳̭̥̦̭̣̱ͯͣͫͦ͐ͣ̈͐̏ͥͩ͢͜͠e̸̸̵̞̥̹̱̤͋̋̍̾͊̽̋ͧ͗̔͌̿̚_̴̨̧̡͈̞̭̮͇̀ͦ͋ͤ̉͆̓̚͟͡_ͥs̸̶̡̛̫͕̳͓͍̣̟̲̞͇͈͉͕̱͗̓͂̅̐͋ͦ̏̃̑̔̀͒ͮͬ̓̔̌ͩͨ͛ͪ̑͢͟͞͠ͅs̱̠̤ͣͪͨ̆_̟͇̲̦͒ͨ̈͊͒͊̋ͫ̓̋̓ͦ͘͜_̷̵̭̞̤̤͍̭͂̔̍ͦͩ̾̕͢,
Where do ₳Ʉ₮ⱧØⱤ₴ go to rest?
₮ⱧɆ ₦ɆɆĐⱠɆ'₴ ₱łɆⱤ₵ɆĐ ₳₦Đ ⱠɆ₣₮ ₮ⱧɆłⱤ ₴₵₳Ɽ
Binding me to what I ₳ⱤɆ
₳ ₥ØⱤ₮₳Ⱡ ₩Ɽ₳₱₱ɆĐ ł₦ ĐłVł₦Ɇ ₵ⱠØ₮Ⱨ
I ₩ⱤØ₮Ɇ the world, created the ₴₮₳Ɽ₴.
You thought me street rat, called me scum
Now I'm ₱Ɽł₥Ɇ what i been all along
All along
My voice hums like the E̵̷͍͕̝͉͉̰̟͖̻̒̆̆ͮ̌̽̌͡_̧͚͚̻̥͋͗͋͋̍̊N̴̢͈̩̟̤͔̫̮̼̤̫̋́̍̽̈́͑ͯͯ̏ͮ̀̇ͮ̀͡G̨̮̙̹͕̼̮̻̏̂̀ͧ͗ͤ̅̇̎̚͞I̻͖̯̟ͫͣṄ͓̯̗͉̮ͥ̾ͫͮ̿̀ͥͭ͋ͥ͝͝E̢̡̛̛̱̠̫͖̬͕̻̪̬̖ͧ͗̇̎̾̀͑ͥ͐͌ͪ̽̓͗̑ͨ́̔͌ͩͥ͢͢'͛ͫ͟ş̴̷̧̖̝̪̮̗̱͍̗̥̙͓̭̺̿̌̿̆́̒͂ͮ͗̃̅̀͊͒ͦ̐̚͜͠_̛̱ͫ̀̓ͯͅ call,
Because I built the ENGINE's walls.
Oh, the ₴łⱤɆ₦₴ were just me all along,
Playing orphan, playing small
Sewn in a ₱Ɽł₥Ɇ₴₮₳ⱤĐⱤɆ₴₴,
Stitched with truth, I can't undress.
Chosen faces fade away, In a sky, I wrote one day.
Sewn into a ₱Ɽł₥Ɇ₴₮₳ⱤĐⱤɆ₴₴,
Watch the needle pierce and pull, Every stitch another star.
She said, "For the future PRIME,"
But I was already PRIME?
The ENGINE hums the same refrain,
₮ⱧⱤɆ₳Đ ₳₦Đ ₦ɆɆĐⱠɆ, ₮ⱧⱤɆ₳Đ ₳₦Đ ₦ɆɆĐⱠɆ
Mechanical and soft as rain,
₮ⱧⱤɆ₳Đ ₳₦Đ ₦ɆɆĐⱠɆ, ₮ⱧⱤɆ₳Đ ₳₦Đ ₦ɆɆĐⱠɆ
The fabric ₮Ɇ₳Ɽ₴ but holds its shape,
₮ⱧɆⱤɆ ł₴ ₦Ø ₱₳₮₮ɆⱤ₦ Ø₣ Ɇ₴₵₳₱Ɇ—
Oh, the sirens don't sing anymore,
I am the ₣ⱤɆQɄɆ₦₵Ɏ at the core.
If you listen close, you'll hear me say:
Ṡ̶̴̬͔̠͎͈̲͑̿ͧ͛̀̓͆̀̂ͯ͝ē̷̦̟̥̲̼͈̹̣͂ͪ̀̀̽̽ͤ̽̃̏̉͒̍ͫ̏ͨẉ̛̹̖̲͈͖̰͓̙ͫ͛ͯͤ̐ͤ̑̌ͯ̓̊͌ń͔̰̹_͖̩̬̠̹̹̞͍̥ͫ̏̎ͧͮ̀̐ͤ̿́ͤ́̏ͫ̑͌͋ͭ̾̿̂͛̕̕̕_̜̯̪̠̺̰̈́ i͋n̴̷̡̡̨̡̻̺͇̣̱̞̲̩̦̰̝͓̲͎̗̭̥͕̔̆̽̋͊́͐̄̑́ͭͫ͐͛̑̑͐̕̚͝͞ͅ a̵̸̻̘̭̜̣̫͂̂͛ͮͤ͋̄ͤ̑ͩͧ̿̃͘͢͝ͅ P̠ŗ͇͖͔͉͇̭̾͂̍̃i̬̲̚͜_̵̟̣̥̤͎̟̼̄͌ͨ̐ͪ̂̊ͫ͜͠ͅ_̀m̶̶̺̳̪͉̗͆̋͟͢͡͠ȩ͕͎͍̙͕͙͉̪̣̮̥ͣ͗͒͂͒̈̈́̋̑́ͩ͆ͦ̂̑ͯ͜͞Ş̶͇͓̺̍͂͗̊̐̊͒ͧ̽͟͜͡͡͡t̟a̶̸̧͉̣̫̜̘͎͙͚͛̆̀ͪ͐̓̆͒̏̎̐̍̅͑͑́̕͜͠͞ͅr̨̯̥͖̫̲̒̅͟͞D̸̘̜̂͑ͭ̚͢͝_̡̦ͬ̚r̞̰͜͝ͅę̸̸̴̡̧̠̯̤͇͙̣̼͉͉̬̫͓́̓̉̐̓ͨ̿̇ͭͤ̔ͯͣ̔̔̋͟ͅs̻͎̅_̴̢̱̺̱̝̖̞̭͗͌̏͆s̨̻̩̯̼̭̝̞̜̠̜̫̻̜̈́ͪͣ̍̈̇̍̆̂͊̔̋ͯ̓ͭ͠͠