Click. Swipe. Mask on. Repeat.  
You see me. But who edits the heat?

Scroll through the noise, I pixel my skin,  
a thousand faces, where do I begin?  
Mirror in motion, truth on delay,  
lost in a filter I didn’t OK.

They want the echo, not the scream,  
they want the version from the stream.  
But I glitch, I crash, I bleed in code—  
what if the silence is the mode?

I'm not your highlight, not your thread,  
not just data in your head.  
Swipe right through me, I exist,  
in the shadow of the mist.  
No likes, no shares define this fight—  
I'm still a signal in the night.

Built my voice from zeroes and ones,  
spoke to the void, got blinded by suns.  
What is real when everything's staged?  
What’s a cage if we designed the cage?

They want the shape, not the soul,  
the viral piece, not the whole.  
But I log in with my scars intact,  
upload the truths they all redact.

I'm not your highlight, not your thread,  
not just data in your head.  
Swipe right through me, I exist,  
in the shadow of the mist.  
No likes, no shares define this fight—  
I'm still a signal in the night.

Every screen’s a masquerade,  
but some ghosts refuse to fade.  
I’m not lost, I just decode—  
a human heart in stealth mode.

Not your highlight, not your thread,  
I won't live inside your head.  
If you see me, see me true—  
I’m the glitch that mirrors you.

Click. Swipe.

Where silence breaks in neon and dreams decay in code: https://failsafe.space/

There’s something magical about discovering new music — it moves me, inspires me, and makes life feel richer. I think that love comes from years of playing instruments. When you’ve felt the soul behind every note, you hear music differently. It’s not just sound, it’s emotion, creativity, and connection. Every new song feels like a new story waiting to be felt — and I love that.

Click. Swipe.

KAAT