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:
𝒮ℯ𝓌𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒟𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈.