Luminous Rift Syndrome

Why should it be there Mirrors dissolve into fragments of air Touching the rift, but my hands glitch away Ghosts in the glass keep rewriting my face Jolt frequency shifting, my voice doesn't fit Memories looping, but something is wrong Each time I move, there's a version that stays Who is still watching when everyone's gone Looming as drift, breaking through Visions that fracture, but which one is true Every reflection keeps tearing me down If I disappear, will I still make a sound Sound Sound Still make a sound Still make a sound Still make a sound Still make a sound Still make a sound Fragments of futures collapsing too soon Wavelengths unravel in shimmering rooms Not just a glitch, not just a dream This is a window, but not in between If I am watching, who watches me back If I step through, do I ever come back If I am watching, who watches me back If I step through, do I ever come back Looming as drift, breaking through Visions that fracture, but which one is true Every reflection keeps tearing me down If I disappear, will I still make a sound Sound Sound Still make a sound Still make a sound Still make a sound Still make a sound