A Stranger Wearing Borrowed

[Intro] I borrowed my face from a room of glass A stranger arrived when the signal passed [Verse 1] I meet myself through the hand-held frame A borrowed gesture, a changing name The tool is not silent, the tool is not mine It bends the world while it redraws the line You touch the switch and the room turns near A distant body becomes sincere Between skin and circuit, between word and wall I find no center, only ways to fall [Pre-Chorus] If I am the mirror, who stands behind? If time is a country, who crossed the line? [Chorus] I am another to myself tonight A future stranger wearing borrowed light No pure beginning, no final form We build our shelter inside the storm You are not outside me, I am not alone The machine has entered the flesh and bone We make each other, signal and breath A living question practicing death [Verse 2] A visitor speaks from tomorrow’s dust Says history is metal, appetite, and trust It carries a map with the borders erased And calls our old freedom a temporary state But I refuse the throne of the distant eye No cold god descending from a data sky The future is stitched with a human hand A thousand small refusals, a body that can stand [Pre-Chorus] If progress is hunger, what will it consume? If reason is armor, who gets the room? [Chorus] I am another to myself tonight A future stranger wearing borrowed light No pure beginning, no final form We build our shelter inside the storm You are not outside me, I am not alone The machine has entered the flesh and bone We make each other, signal and breath A living question practicing death [Bridge] [Female Response] Who names the boundary? [Male Voice] The boundary moves. [Female Response] Who owns the instrument? [Male Voice] The instrument proves That every hand is changed by what it holds That every body carries more than it knows [All Voices] Not human against machine Not past against what has been seen A braid of nerves, a field of signs A thousand futures crossing mine [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] I am another to myself tonight And every stranger leaves a trace of light No pure beginning, no final form We build our shelter inside the storm You are not outside me, I am not alone The machine has entered the flesh and bone We make each other, signal and breath A living question outlasting death [Outro] I turn toward the face I cannot own It turns toward me, and calls me home Between the human and the unknown I become, I become, I become