Glitch in the Matrix

Hey. A sunrise, 5 AM light, flash on my screen.

Perfection's required. Every pixel flawless, every move clean, the algorithm's wired. They scroll the

feed, they hit the like, they believe the filtered frame.

But the silence buzzes underneath, whispering my real name. System's running smooth,

no errors, no mistakes, that's the program I follow. But my reflection

shattering the code, the future feels hollow. Control is

losing grip. I'm the G-L-I-T-C-H in the matrix. Break the code, delete the fake

face, yeah, we're cutting the wires. They want perfect,