Soft Defect from Distorted Two by Bent Signal

You touched me like a flaw, a defect to be corrected. But I held your name in silence, and whispered it into the void.

I bend without breaking, soft where you wanted steel. You called it weakness, but it was my design.

I’m not broken — I’m soft in resistance. I’m not a defect — I’m the shape of survival.

You dressed me in doubt, stitched shame into my seams. But I wore resilience like a second skin.

I bend without breaking, soft where you wanted steel. You called it weakness, but it was my design.

I’m not broken — I’m soft in resistance. I’m not a defect — I’m the shape of survival.

This isn’t shame — it’s the sound of breathing. This isn’t guilt — it’s the rhythm of my name.

• Electronic
• dark electro
• ebm
• electro-industrial
• industrial techno
• post‑industrial