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The line between the real and the digital is gradually blurring. Album: Residual Self Artist: Anima Inverse Track: Crack the Circuit Lyrics: Faulted reflection… Name without meaning. Voices overlapping… Versions bleeding. I slip between abandoned thoughts, Glitching lines the mirror caught. Fragments shift when I inhale — A self rewritten, thin and frail. Every face I try to claim Warps in static, breaks in flame. All the outlines blur and shake, Every truth begins to break. Lost between the pulse and frame — Nothing answers to my name. Tell me: Which one of us is real tonight? I’m drifting through my own half-light. A shattered echo wearing skin — Caught in an orbit folding in. Tell me: Who moves my hands when I freeze still? A phantom locked behind my will. I’m split across the faulted seam — A mind unthreading from the dream. Misaligned with every breath, Sculpted hollow, shaped by stress. Memory flickers out of sync — A drowning thought too fast to think. I hear a voice that sounds like mine, But speaks in ways I can’t define. Maps collapse and paths collide, Worlds fold inward, misapplied. Static crowns the fractured core — I’m not the one I was before. Tell me: Which one of us is real tonight? I’m drifting through my own half-light. A shattered echo wearing skin — Caught in an orbit folding in. Tell me: Who moves my hands when I freeze still? A phantom locked behind my will. I’m split across the faulted seam — A mind unthreading from the dream. Layers peel. Signals choke. Identity in static smoke. Take the mask — It fits too well. I never learned which one I held. If there’s a core beneath the drift… I hope the weight’s enough to lift.