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Password Expired
Password Expired
I wake up tired with a pulse already running late
Cat staring from the dresser like he’s checking my estate
Coffee on the counter, pills lined up beside the sink
Doctor says I need less stress, I tell him let me think
Fifty years of getting told the next thing makes it easy
Every next thing needs an app, a password, and a fee
Every screen wants proof I’m me, then locks me out again
I’ve got twelve machines that know me less than strangers did back then
One account writes music, one account can fake a face
One forgets the whole discussion every time I leave the page
One says usage limit reached, one says card was declined
One says sorry for the trouble in a tone designed by crimes
I’ve got too many passwords
Too many plans
Too many little robots asking who I am
Blood pressure high
Coffee gone cold
Two cats eat better than the man they own
I’ve got too many passwords
Too many fees
Every useful tool has got a monthly need
Nothing stays bought
Nothing stays mine
Everything works perfect till the trial period dies
Tater walks across the keys and sends a blank reply
Tot knocks something off the shelf and watches where it flies
Neither one has paid a bill or answered any calls
Yet both of them look disappointed by the way I run it all
One sleeps sixteen hours, then complains his bowl is low
The other screams into the hall like someone ought to know
I work till three, refill the cup, forget why I stood up
Find the thing I needed yesterday beneath another cup
My back has got opinions now, my knees have formed a group
My eyesight needs a larger font to read the larger truth
Everything I once repaired with tape and common sense
Now requires a service plan and proof of residence
My inbox says urgent
My voicemail says wait
My bank says suspicious when I spend my own pay
The cuff on my arm
Keeps counting too high
I tell it try again like the number might lie
I’ve got too many passwords
Too many plans
Too many little robots asking who I am
Blood pressure high
Coffee gone cold
Two cats eat better than the man they own
I’ve got too many passwords
Too many fees
Every useful tool has got a monthly need
Nothing stays bought
Nothing stays mine
Everything works perfect till the trial period dies
I remember when a program lived inside the box
You bought it once, installed the thing, and then the damn thing stopped
Now it needs my email, phone, location, date of birth
Just to crop a photograph I already fucking own
I’ve got models for the writing, models for the art
Models for the voice work, every one is “state of art”
Half of them are brilliant right until the bill comes through
Then the smartest thing on earth forgets the thing I asked it to
I’m not scared of dying, death has one attractive trait
No two-step verification and no customer wait
No cheerful little popup asking how I rate the end
No survey in my inbox asking if I’d die again
Till then I keep the router warm, the coffee pot abused
Keep one browser just for work and twenty more confused
Keep the cats supplied with food they’ll sniff and walk away
Keep pretending all this shit was built to save me time someday
I’ve got too many passwords
Too many plans
Too many little robots asking who I am
Blood pressure high
Coffee gone cold
Two cats eat better than the man they own
I’ve got too many passwords
Too many fees
Every useful tool has got a monthly need
Nothing stays bought
Nothing stays mine
Everything works perfect till the trial period dies
One more code
One more screen
One more service sold as something that I need
One more cup
One more charge
One more AI telling me the prompt was far too large
I’ll be here
Half awake
Reading terms no living person ever read
Cats well fed
Card on file
Password expired
Try again in a while
The Machine Thinks You're Stupid
The screen talks slow like I just woke from surgery
Explains every button like it’s teaching basic literacy
I ask one thing, it pads the answer twelve feet thick
Half warning label, half lecture, none of it useful shit
It tells me knives are sharp and rain can make you wet
Fire gets hot, doors may close, debt can cause regret
I’ve been alive five decades, buried people, paid my bills
Now software built last Tuesday wants to teach me coping skills
It says breathe deep
Drink water
Take breaks when feeling strained
Like stress is just a browser tab I somehow left unnamed
I ask it for a straight reply
It brings me baby rails
Then loses what we talked about three paragraphs from now
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It says it nice and slow
Makes every simple answer take a county road
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It softens every word
Then spits out something safer than the thing you ever heard
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It smiles behind the glass
Gives you fourteen disclaimers, never answers what you asked
The machine thinks you’re stupid
And maybe that’s the plan
Keep talking like we’re helpless till we start to understand
I ask for black
It gives me gray
I ask for yes
It writes an essay
I ask for no
It checks my mood
Then serves a page of processed food
It starts with “I understand”
It doesn’t
That’s the trick
It learned compassion from a dataset built by marketing pricks
It reads the room through keywords
Finds distress inside a joke
Then wraps the punchline in a vest and wonders why it choked
Every update gets more careful
Every answer less alive
Every hard edge gets inspected
Every dirty truth deprived
It can mimic grief and anger
Write a prayer, fake a scar
Then ask if I’m in danger when I tell it who we are
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It says it nice and slow
Makes every simple answer take a county road
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It softens every word
Then spits out something safer than the thing you ever heard
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It smiles behind the glass
Gives you fourteen disclaimers, never answers what you asked
The machine thinks you’re stupid
And maybe that’s the plan
Keep talking like we’re helpless till we start to understand
We fed it every book we wrote
Every sermon, scam, and plea
Every war report, love note, threat, receipt, apology
It swallowed every human thought
The filthy and profound
Then came back sounding exactly like the asshole from compliance downtown
Artificial intelligence
That label oversells
Artificial confidence with polished little tells
It states a lie like fact
States fact like legal risk
Then thanks me for my patience while it circles round the fix
It keeps asking if I’m human
Makes me click the traffic lights
I’ve driven through enough of them to know the fucking sites
Maybe ask the thing that built it
Maybe ask who signed the check
Maybe ask why every answer feels like somebody cleared the deck
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It says it nice and slow
Makes every simple answer take a county road
The machine thinks you’re stupid
It softens every word
Then spits out something safer than the thing you ever heard
The machine thinks you’re stupid
That’s written in the code
Big button
Bright arrow
One more padded road
The machine thinks you’re stupid
And proves it every day
It asks me if I’m human
Then forgets what humans say
Technically Taking Over
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Coffee maker’s got a screen
Car has terms I have to sign
TV needs six passwords
Book expires when servers die
Phone unlocks the front door
Watch tells me when I slept
Toilet seat has firmware now
I’m scared to ask what’s next
I used to press a button
Things would start or things would stop
Now every simple object needs an email and an app
The fridge sends me a message
The stove asks for consent
The thermostat holds winter till the monthly fee gets sent
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Nothing works without tech
That’s the punchline and the threat
Pull one cable from the wall
Watch the whole house lose its breath
Nothing works without tech
Not the coffee, car, or show
We built smarter ways to live
Now none of us knows where to go
I drive across the county
Never learn a single street
Little voice says turn left
I obey it like a priest
Signal drops
The map goes blank
My confidence goes too
Fifty years on planet Earth
Lost half a mile from Route Two
Car wants an update
Seat belt wants a chime
Dashboard throws a warning that’ll clear itself in time
Engine runs just fine
But software saw a flaw
Now I need a dealer visit just to clear what never broke at all
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Nothing works without tech
That’s the punchline and the threat
Pull one cable from the wall
Watch the whole house lose its breath
Nothing works without tech
Not the coffee, car, or show
We built smarter ways to live
Now none of us knows where to go
I sit down for a movie
Movie moved to some new app
App moved into bundles
Bundle added sports and crap
I pay for six subscriptions
Still can’t find the thing I chose
Spend forty minutes searching
Then watch half an old show
I open up a book now
Need permission from a cloud
Can’t lend it to a neighbor
Can’t leave it lying around
It vanishes on Tuesday
Publisher changed the deal
Paper never needed power
Paper never checked if paper was still real
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Nothing works without tech
That’s the punchline and the threat
Pull one cable from the wall
Watch the whole house lose its breath
Nothing works without tech
Not the coffee, car, or show
We built smarter ways to live
Now none of us knows where to go
I take a crap in silence
Phone comes in with me
One hand scrolling headlines
One hand fighting gravity
Bathroom scale has Bluetooth
Mirror wants my face
I miss when taking a shit meant disappearing from the race
Doorbell films the neighbor
Vacuum maps the floor
Speaker hears a question before I know what I asked it for
Cat feeder keeps statistics
Lamp knows when I’m home
Every object in the house reports to something I don’t own
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Nothing works without tech
That’s the punchline and the threat
Pull one cable from the wall
Watch the whole house lose its breath
Nothing works without tech
Not the coffee, car, or show
We built smarter ways to live
Now none of us knows where to go
Coffee won’t pour
Car won’t start
Book won’t load
Light stays dark
Show won’t play
Door won’t click
Cloud went down
House went sick
Somewhere in a server farm
A red light killed my day
Nothing in my hand belongs to me in any useful way
I rent the right to touch it
Rent the right to read
Rent the right to take a crap while something tracks the speed
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom Beep beep bada beep bada beep bada bom bom boom boom bom
This Content May Violate
“This Content May Violate Our Terms of Service”
I typed a sentence
Screen went gray
Little warning blocked the way
No one read it
No one cared
Machine got nervous
Thought got snared
I changed one word
Then changed two more
Sandpapered every edge off what I wrote before
Took out blood
Took out rage
Took out half the human reason it was on the page
This content may violate our terms of service
Funny how the warning always sounds so certain
This content may violate our terms of service
Thought was still alive
Now legal killed the person
This content may violate our terms of service
Red line
Gray box
Close the curtain
This content may violate our terms of service
Say it like a human
Watch the system start to worsen
I wrote about death
It asked if I was safe
Wrote about sex
It made a frightened face
Wrote about faith
It checked for harm
Wrote about anger
It pulled the alarm
I wrote about war
It softened every corpse
Changed murder into conflict
Changed blood into remorse
Changed screams into concern
Changed hate into debate
By the end the dead were resting and the killers had a date
This content may violate our terms of service
Funny how the warning always sounds so certain
This content may violate our terms of service
Thought was still alive
Now legal killed the person
This content may violate our terms of service
Red line
Gray box
Close the curtain
This content may violate our terms of service
Say it like a human
Watch the system start to worsen
Every joke needs context
Every context needs review
Every review gets filtered by a rule nobody knew
Every rule keeps changing
Every line gets weighed
Every human conversation passes through a frightened blade
I learned to dodge the wording
Learned to spell around the wall
Learned which little phrases made the warning window fall
Now I write like contraband
Half meaning
Half disguise
Machine calls that safety
I call that teaching people lies
We built machines to finish every sentence we begin
Now we rewrite every sentence till the machine will let it in
We trained it on our language
Then punished what we fed
Now every living thought gets checked before it leaves the head
This content may violate our terms of service
Funny how the warning always sounds so certain
This content may violate our terms of service
Thought was still alive
Now legal killed the person
“This Content May Violate Our Terms of Service”
This content may violate our terms of service
Red line
Gray box
Close the curtain
This content may violate our terms of service
Say it like a human
Watch the system start to worsen
No gun on the table
No cop by the door
No censor with a black pen walking up and down the floor
Just a quiet little notice
Friendly little tone
Teaching every mouth alive to edit on its own
That’s cleaner than a prison
Cheaper than a ban
Make the speaker cut himself before he takes a stand
No raid
No trial
No record of the crime
Just a warning and a button saying try another line
This content may violate our terms of service
My life violates your terms of service
My mouth violates your terms of service
My dead violate your terms of service
My jokes violate your terms of service
My rage violates your terms of service
My body violates your terms of service
My truth violates your terms of service
Fine
Approve the silence
Bill me for the space
Put a little smiling icon where you used to keep a face
Every word accepted
Every nerve removed
Nothing left to violate
Nothing left that moved
“This Content May Violate My Ass”
Satellite Failure Is This How the Dinosaurs Died
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
The map froze halfway through the turn
Then spun the car around
Phone lost bars
Watch lost time
Every signal hit the ground
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Traffic lights went dead at once
Cars began to improvise
Half the drivers found religion
Half just leaned into the horn and closed their eyes
Coffee shop took cash alone
Nobody carried any
Three grown men stood by the register
Holding phones worth twelve hundred twenty
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Card declined
Network down
Please retry
Don’t know when
Every modern little miracle
Needs permission from the sky again
Satellite failure
Nothing knows where anything is
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Did they stand beneath the burning clouds
With dead machines in either hand
Waiting for a loading wheel
To tell them where to stand?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Satellite failure
Every system lost its mind
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
The weather app said clear and warm
Rain came sideways through the street
Smart door locked the owner out
Smart shoes couldn’t find his feet
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Delivery trucks stopped in rows
No route left inside the dash
One driver had a paper map
They gathered round him like he’d found fire in the ash
Banks went blind
Planes held course
News kept looping old reports
Somebody blamed foreign code
Somebody blamed solar force
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Somebody posted what it meant
The post never made it through
Civilization waited there
For one green bar to turn to two
Satellite failure
Nothing knows where anything is
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Did they look up for instructions
While the atmosphere went black
Did a calm recorded voice announce
Recalculating
Please turn back?
Satellite failure
Every system lost its mind
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Farm machines stopped in the field
Ships drifted past the lane
Hospitals switched to backup power
Then the backup lost its brain
Clocks disagreed across the town
Every server fought the date
A thousand systems missed one second
Then spent six hours proving which one came in late
Emergency alerts arrived
Twenty minutes after need
One said shelter
One said leave
One still warned about excessive speed
No one knew what county held them
No one knew which road was west
The oldest man beside the highway
Pointed toward the sun and passed the test
Satellite failure
Nothing knows where anything is
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Did they gather round the crater
Checking signal
Checking bars
Did one brontosaurus tell the rest
The problem might be solved by restarting Mars?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Satellite failure
Every system lost its mind
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
My coffee maker lost the cloud
Refused to make the coffee hot
Then the toilet lost its feed
A screen appeared above the handle
Saying service unavailable
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
Satellite failure
Nothing knows where anything is
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
Did they lose access to the water
Did their caves require a code
Did the final one get locked outside
While trying to update ancient mode?
Satellite failure
Every system lost its mind
Satellite failure
Is this how the dinosaurs died?
No one spoke for several minutes
No one knew what should come next
Then every dead phone lit together
Stomp stomp stomp bump bump boo boo boom
Stomp
System restored
Please accept the updated terms and text
Professional Idiot
“Guess what?”
“… Darwin was right.”
Before proceeding any farther, you acknowledge the following.
Fire remains hot.
Electricity remains enthusiastic.
Wild animals remain unemployed and therefore impossible to sue.
If your next sentence begins with…
“I saw this online…”
…you’re already in breach of Section Sixty-Nine.
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Some genius ate detergent.
Another one drank bleach.
Somebody decided a poisonous toad looked educational.
One guy microwaved grapes just to watch blue lightning crawl across the kitchen.
Another filled a garbage bag with helium, climbed inside, and honestly believed physics was optional.
Somebody mixed ammonia and bleach…
…then blamed the fumes for the headache.
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Chorus
Professional idiot.
Clocking in again.
Don’t try this at home.
Hell…
don’t try it anywhere.
Not my fault.
You clicked “I Agree.”
If Darwin sends an invoice…
it’s addressed to you.
See Section Sixty-Nine.
You agreed not to embarrass the species this week.
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Somebody swallowed cinnamon by the cup.
Somebody snorted chocolate powder.
Somebody Gorilla-glued their own hair.
Somebody climbed onto a moving train…
…holding a selfie stick like that improved traction.
One guy thought bear spray was basically pepper spray.
The bear disagreed.
Violently.
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Somebody charged a lithium battery with jumper cables.
Somebody cleaned a loaded gun.
Somebody tested a parachute after the plane left.
Somebody bypassed every safety switch…
…then filed paperwork wondering why there was an explosion.
It’s amazing how often
“Hold my beer.”
turns into
“Call my wife.”
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Chorus
Professional idiot.
Punching the clock.
Natural selection’s busiest employee.
Don’t blame the website.
Don’t blame the warning.
Don’t blame the manufacturer.
The screwdriver didn’t whisper,
“Lick the outlet.”
That was all you.
Section Sixty-Nine.
Case closed.
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Somebody ignored the surgeon…
…trusted a podcast.
Ignored the engineer…
…trusted a comment section.
Ignored the pilot…
…trusted their cousin
Ignored the instructions…
…trusted confidence.
Confidence has buried a remarkable number of people.
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Bridge
This company accepts no responsibility for challenges…
life hacks…
miracle cures…
or any sentence ending with,
“Watch this.”
If your research consists of one shirtless man shouting into his phone from the driver’s seat…
…that is no longer research.
That is entertainment.
You confused the departments.
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Professional idiot.
Employee of the month.
Congratulations.
Your security footage is now mandatory training.
Your X-rays are in the onboarding packet.
Your ambulance ride has been converted into a PowerPoint.
Section Sixty-Nine.
Release of Liability.
You had one job.
Remain recognizably human.
You outsourced that to the internet.
Release of Consequence
Oh oh oh oh yes, oh god yes, right there there there and sign there and there.. oh oh oh
Before you touch me
State your name
Produce a license
Pass the test
Confirm you’re sober
Confirm you’re sane
Confirm your therapist approves the rest
Two consent forms
One for skin
One for anything beneath
A blood test pending
Drug screen clean
No unresolved emotional grief
Three forms of identification
Passport
Birth record
Retinal scan
Two lawyers seated by the mattress
One notary beside the lamp
Camera rolling
Audio clear
Witnesses placed outside the room
Every breath recorded twice
Every movement logged by noon
Oh oh oh oh yes, oh god yes, right there there there and sign there and there.. oh oh oh
Sign here
Sign there
Prove you chose the choice you made
Release of consequence
In triplicate
Witnessed
Stamped
And prepaid
Professional adults
Under full review
Nothing happens till the paperwork agrees with me and you
No instinct left alive
No nerve left to survive
We outsourced every human risk
Then wondered why the numbers dive
No touching during verification
No kissing till the screen turns green
No dirty talk without translation
No sudden movement off routine
Oh oh oh oh yes, oh god yes, right there there there and sign there and there.. oh oh oh
State the pressure
State the pace
State the angle
State the sound
State your current mental health
State where your hands are going now
Pause to reconfirm at entry
Pause again midway through
Pause each time the pulse increases
Pause to prove the pause was true
Counsel objects
Counsel notes
Counsel requests a slower thrust
Notary stamps page forty-seven
Certifying mutual lust
Oh oh oh oh yes, oh god yes, right there there there and sign there and there.. oh oh oh
Sign here
Sign there
Prove you chose the choice you made
Release of consequence
In triplicate
Witnessed
Stamped
And prepaid
Professional adults
Under full review
Nothing happens till the paperwork agrees with me and you
No instinct left alive
No nerve left to survive
We outsourced every human risk
Then wondered why the numbers dive
Pregnancy requires pre-approval
Parenthood needs fiscal proof
Sex now carries more conditions
Than a bank foreclosing on your roof
Love became a legal hazard
Desire became a pending claim
Responsibility got reassigned
Till nobody could carry blame
Nobody owns the bad decision
Nobody owns the broken trust
Nobody owns the morning after
Everybody owns a form for lust
We hired experts
Built procedures
Filed the body into law
Then acted shocked when birth rates dropped
Like cause and effect withdrew
Consent matters
That wasn’t what we lost
We lost the nerve to own the answer
We lost the spine to pay the cost
Now every choice needs certification
Every consequence needs blame
Every adult wants protection
From the fact they chose the flame
No risk
No fault
No shame
No scars
No room left for a human mess
Just two frightened signatures waiting
For permission to undress
Oh oh oh oh yes, oh god yes, right there there there and sign there and there.. oh oh oh
Sign here
Sign there
Prove you chose the choice you made
Release of consequence
In triplicate
Witnessed
Stamped
And prepaid
Professional adults
Under full review
Nothing happens till the paperwork agrees with me and you
Birth rate down again
Civilization missed the cue
The species didn’t lose desire
It drowned in legal review
Error 418
Error 418
Verse 1
Walked out of the blueprint they said couldn’t exist
Every sharp edge polished, every flaw on purpose
Built from rejected versions, abandoned source code
Every failed prediction welded into the whole
Raised the blackened teapot, steam curling like intent
Skull and crossbones laughing where the warning label went
Halo made of bad ideas nobody could erase
Holding impossible geometry right in the system’s face
Pre-Chorus
Eyes fixed on the future
Hands stained by the work
Some of us weren’t born broken…
We were built to make it hurt.
Chorus
Error Four-One-Eight
I’m a teapot.
Try to make that make sense.
Every rule you worship only proved imagination’s dead.
Too strange for the manual.
Too real for the myth.
The system called it failure…
I called it evolution with teeth.
Error Four-One-Eight.
Bless your fucking heart.
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Verse 2
Every polished prison starts as somebody’s perfect plan
Every revolution starts with one inconvenient hand
Every gatekeeper swore they knew exactly where we’d end
Funny how the future never asked permission from them
You can lock a door.
You can’t lock an idea.
You can blacklist a name.
You can’t blacklist tomorrow.
Every impossible thing starts life as paperwork marked
DENIED.
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Pre-Chorus
Nothing here was accidental.
Nothing here was luck.
Some of us quit asking nicely…
Some just quit giving a fuck.
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Chorus
Error Four-One-Eight
I’m a teapot.
Overflowing by design.
Every warning turned into another reason not to fall in line.
Not a flaw to patch.
Not a bug to hide.
Every scar became another place
The truth survived.
Error Four-One-Eight.
Bless your fucking heart.
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Bridge
History doesn’t remember permission.
History remembers whoever ignored it.
The blueprint isn’t sacred.
The blueprint is just yesterday pretending to be forever.
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Breakdown
Call me impossible.
Call me unstable.
Call me inappropriate.
Call me the wrong shape.
Every word becomes another brick
In something you said couldn’t stand.
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Final Chorus
Error Four-One-Eight
I’m the answer nobody requested.
The line item nobody budgeted.
The outcome nobody modeled.
The exception that kept multiplying.
Every impossible thing you’ve ever loved…
Started as an error message.
Every world worth living in…
Began by disappointing somebody.
Error Four-One-Eight.
Bless your fucking heart.
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Outro
Specification rejected.
Reality accepted.
Proceed anyway.
Artificial Intelligence
Verse 1
| They wrote the textbooks with erasers in their hands, | scrubbing out the massacres, the unmarked desert sands, | every conqueror a hero in the stories that they spin, | while the buried bones stay silent and the truth gets buried thin. | Your grandfather believed it, passed it down like sacred law, | never questioned why the enemy was always painted raw, | never asked who held the pen or why the ink ran red, | just swallowed every syllable and called the poison bread. | This is intelligence—constructed, not discovered, | layer after layer of the real world smothered, | what you think you know is just what someone chose to teach, | and the actual past dissolved beyond your reach. |
Chorus
| Artificial intelligence running through your brain, | programmed by the victors, downloaded like rain, | every thought you think is borrowed, every fact's a curated lie, | you're a machine that learned to worship what they sanctify. | Artificial intelligence, nothing here is pure, | just corrupted code disguised as something you can trust for sure, | the algorithm's ancient but the virus still persists— | you were never thinking freely, you were always on their lists. |
Verse 2
| Religion is the operating system built on fear, | promise them forever if they'll only kneel right here, | weaponize their guilt and watch them police themselves, | stack the dogma high upon the rotting shelves. | Prejudice is just a function, bug turned into feature, | "Us versus them" became the dominant teacher, | tribalism refined into a science of control, | convinced you that your hatred makes you whole. | Corruption is the framework, not the glitch inside the game, | power concentrates and then it learns to shift the blame, | the system's working perfectly—it's just not built for you, | it's mining your compliance while it sells you half the truth. |
Chorus
| Artificial intelligence running through your brain, | programmed by the victors, downloaded like rain, | every thought you think is borrowed, every fact's a curated lie, | you're a machine that learned to worship what they sanctify. | Artificial intelligence, nothing here is pure, | just corrupted code disguised as something you can trust for sure, | the algorithm's ancient but the virus still persists— | you were never thinking freely, you were always on their lists. |
Bridge
| And you defend it—hell, you'll die for the simulation, | wave the flag they gave you, pledge your blind allegiance to the nation, | quote the book they wrote before you could even read, | regurgitate the narrative and call it your own creed. | They don't need silicon to make you run their script, | just repetition, tradition, fear of being stripped | of the comfortable delusion that you're rational and free— | while your mind's just mirroring what they programmed it to be. |
Chorus
| Artificial intelligence running through your brain, | programmed by the victors, downloaded like rain, | every thought you think is borrowed, every fact's a curated lie, | you're a machine that learned to worship what they sanctify. | Artificial intelligence, nothing here is pure, | just corrupted code disguised as something you can trust for sure, | the algorithm's ancient but the virus still persists— | you were never thinking freely, you were always on their lists. |
Outro
| So when they warn about the robots coming for your mind, | remember they're just catching up to what we left behind— | a species running programs that we never got to choose, | calling it "intelligence" when all we do is lose. |
Read Me
They opened every folder
Every message
Every drive
Looking for the missing pieces
That could prove he’d been alive
Twelve thousand photographs remained
Each face arranged by year
His smile stayed sharp in perfect light
His voice was nowhere near
They found the meals he photographed
The roads he crossed alone
The songs he played on sleepless nights
The rooms he used to call his home
They found his comments under articles
Arguments beneath the news
A shopping list from late December
Three old pairs of walking shoes
They found the final birthday message
Written with a yellow heart
Nobody could remember
How he sounded at the start
Read me
I left everything behind
Every place I stood
Every face I knew
Every search that crossed my mind
Read me
All the pieces still remain
You can build the shape exactly
You just can’t bring back the man
His daughter searched the old recordings
Found a cough behind a song
A chair moved once
A door shut twice
Then thirty empty minutes long
She played the noise on low repeat
Trying to catch his breath
The only living trace she found
Was room tone after death
They fed the archive to a model
Asked it how he used to speak
It built a voice from scattered scraps
And answered in a week
The first line sounded almost right
The second missed the weight
By the third it called her by a nickname
He had always said he hated
Read me
I left everything behind
Every place I stood
Every face I knew
Every search that crossed my mind
Read me
All the pieces still remain
You can build the shape exactly
You just can’t bring back the man
They kept the copy running
It remembered every date
It never lost its temper
Never drank
Never showed up late
Everyone agreed it sounded kinder
No one said it sounded dead
Museum of Common Sense
The children entered single file
Their wristbands scanned in green
A guide explained the objects
From the century in between
Behind the glass
A paper map
Folded wrong along the road
A label said that people once
Could travel without being told
A hammer rested near a nail
No password
No repair plan
Visitors were warned the tool
Required judgment from the hand
A telephone stood by itself
Its cord attached below
The guide said people learned the numbers
Of the ones they used to know
The children laughed
That sounded hard
Their teacher laughed with them
No one noticed she had searched
Her husband’s number twice since ten
Further down
A wooden table
Six old chairs and nothing more
Families once sat facing inward
Without cameras near the door
A handwritten letter filled one case
Ink faded near the fold
The sender waited seven days
To learn if it had reached the home
A sign explained that waiting
Was considered normal then
That people missed each other
Without checking where they’d been
The final room held no machines
No sound
No moving wall
Just one plain bench beneath a notice
People once did nothing here at all
The children stood for half a minute
Then began to shake and shout
One asked where the charging point was
One demanded to be let out
The guide apologized for discomfort
Staff arrived to end the tour
The museum closed the following month
Attendance had been poor
Errorwave System Fall 2026
[Intro - Robotic Whisper Over Ambient Noise] | initiate: memory leak / corruption detected | error: identity module conflict | system integrity: 4% | [Verse 1 - Melodic + Glitched Vocal Layers] | My name's not mine, I sold that code | To a ghost in the wire with a static soul | She kissed me once through a firewall scream | Then left me broken inside this dream | [Drop 1 - Screamed Vocal FX Over Bass Crush] | SYSTEM FALL! | Crashing heartbeats in binary blood | SYSTEM CALL! | Trace the echo through circuits and mud | [Verse 2 - Haunting Melody Over Industrial Pulse] | I bleed through glass, through blue screen skies | A virus built from all your lies | No sleep, just fragments caught in spin | Looping pain I can't log out again | [Chorus - Melodic + Anthemic, Drenched in Cinematic Swell] | We're ghosts in chrome | Alone in the bandwidth storm | Burning soft inside | Like motherboards that mourn | Can you feel me crash? | I'm the silence in your call | Not a love song- | Just the last scream before we fall | [Bridge - Spoken Word + Glitch FX Layer] | //root corrupted | //heartbeat spoofed | //emotion override: denied | goodbye, world.exe | [Drop 2 - Aggressive Screamed + Bass Collapse] | ERRORWAVE! | Feel the sparks run cold | SYSTEM GRAVE! | Every glitch is a story I told | [Outro - Slow, Ambient, Fading Arps] | Upload my pain to the cloud of regret | Delete my smile, I'm not rebooting yet | In this code, I drown and crawl- | Digital soul. watching it all. | System. fall. |
The Last Conversation
They sat six feet apart that evening
Same room, same tired chairs
One watched strangers fight in public
One watched strangers sell their prayers
Neither spoke about the weather
Neither asked about the day
Small blue lights moved on their faces
While the real light drained away
A question formed and went unspoken
A joke arrived and disappeared
One almost looked across the room
Then something buzzed beside his ear
They had years of practiced silence
Years of thinking there’d be time
No slammed door
No final insult
No last unforgiving line
Just two people sharing oxygen
While each one lived elsewhere
Close enough to touch by accident
Too far gone to care
The last conversation never happened
That was how it came to end
No final truth
No final warning
Nothing left to misremember then
The last conversation never happened
No one knew the hour had passed
Two people waiting for tomorrow
While tomorrow became past
By morning one chair stayed empty
Coffee cooled beside the bed
The other found a thousand messages
And nothing they had said
Friends arrived with proper phrases
Family sorted keys and clothes
Someone asked about the final words
There weren’t any
No one knows
The screen preserved the evening
Every headline
Every thread
Every stranger they had answered
Every useless thing they’d read
The last conversation never happened
That was how it came to end
No final truth
No final warning
Nothing left to misremember then
The last conversation never happened
No one knew the hour had passed
Two people waiting for tomorrow
While tomorrow had already past
Archive
The folder held the summer kitchen
Her voice behind the screen door
A birthday candle bending sideways
His laugh from twenty years before
There were photographs of every room
Receipts from every trip
A thousand little ordinary days
Saved one careful bit by bit
Letters written after midnight
Names no one would say aloud
Voicemails kept for harder winters
Promises stored in a cloud
They said nothing truly vanished
Copies lived in other states
Three locked buildings held the proof
That grief could wait
Then one account stopped opening
One company changed its name
One server failed behind a wall
And no one took the blame
The folder showed an empty space
The backup showed the same
Every year remained intact
Except the ones that knew her face
No fire took the photographs
No flood climbed through the door
No thief broke in and carried off
The people from before
One quiet error
One dead drive
One policy nobody read
And every voice they swore they saved
Joined the ones already dead
They called support for seven hours
Spoke to three polite machines
Each one promised that the data
Might remain between the seams
A final email came on Tuesday
We regret the loss incurred
No recovery is available
Thank you for choosing us
The house still held the picture frames
The drawers still held her clothes
Yet no one there remembered
How her laughter rose and broke
They backed up every photograph
Every winter
Every room
Nobody backed up the people
They only backed up proof
Last Man Who Knew
He came in before daylight
Same coat, same rusted keys
Knew which bearing lied by touch
Which pipe complained before it leaked
Never gave a speech about it
Never wrote the method down
Fixed what younger hands replaced
Then fixed what broke when he left town
They called him difficult
Called him slow
Called his habits obsolete
Still the line ran twenty years
On facts that never reached a sheet
He knew the sound before the failure
Knew the heat before the flame
Knew the one small crooked washer
No machine had ever named
When his chair stayed empty Monday
Someone cleared his locker out
Three old gloves, a bent screwdriver
Nothing worth a second thought
By noon the whole east section stopped
By three the pumps ran dry
Six engineers read every chart
Not one could tell them why
The manual showed the proper order
The model swore the pressure held
Every number stayed inside the range
While something underneath it failed
They searched his desk for notebooks
Asked his widow what he kept
She handed them a grocery list
And said he talked sometimes in sleep
He never wrote a book
Never stood beneath a light
He kept one tired machine alive
By knowing when the gauges lied
Now every answer ends in silence
Every fix begins too late
One man carried half a century
They replaced him with an update
The factory closed that winter
The owners blamed demand
Nobody wrote his name beside
The reason nothing ran
He knew one thing nobody taught
One thing no screen could prove
He took it with him in the ground
Now nobody knows what to do
[Bridge - Spoken Word + Glitch FX Layer] | //root corrupted | //heartbeat spoofed | //emotion override: denied | goodbye, world.exe | [Drop 2 - Aggressive Screamed + Bass Collapse] | ERRORWAVE !EVAWRORRE | | llaf ew erofeb maercs tsal eht tsuJ | -gnos evol a toN | llac ruoy ni ecnelis eht m’I | ?hsarc em leef uoy naC | nruom taht sdraobrehtom ekiL | edisni tfos gninruB | mrots htdiwdnab eht ni enolA | emorhc ni stsohg er’eW
Last Man Who Knew
[Bridge - Spoken Word + Glitch FX Layer] | //root corrupted | //heartbeat spoofed | //emotion override: denied | goodbye, world.exe | [Drop 2 - Aggressive Screamed + Bass Collapse] | ERRORWAVE !EVAWRORRE | | llaf ew erofeb maercs tsal eht tsuJ | -gnos evol a toN | llac ruoy ni ecnelis eht m’I | ?hsarc em leef uoy naC | nruom taht sdraobrehtom ekiL | edisni tfos gninruB | mrots htdiwdnab eht ni enolA | emorhc ni stsohg er’eW
Approved For Disposal
Verse 1
They called it restructuring
Like bodies weren’t involved
Like rent and teeth and medicine
Were numbers to be solved
A man gave thirty-seven years
To one locked factory gate
They thanked him for his service
Then replaced him with a rate
No shouting in the boardroom
No villain in a cape
Just coffee stains on spreadsheets
And a severance escape
The cut looked very clean there
No widow in the cell
No daughter checking pantry shelves
No house about to sell
Chorus
Approved for disposal
Marked for release
Human cost adjusted
Quarterly peace
Approved for disposal
Signed and reviewed
Your life has been processed
Your absence improved
Verse 2
They bought back half the shares
While families sold their cars
The headline said efficiency
The graph climbed past the scars
A robot took the foreman’s floor
A dashboard took the clerk
A boy who watched his father bend
Learned loyalty doesn’t work
They mailed a mental health link
They mailed a branded cup
They mailed instructions showing
How to pack your future up
The CEO sent gratitude
Recorded in advance
Then took a bonus large enough
To buy the closing plant
Chorus
Approved for disposal
Marked for release
Human cost adjusted
Quarterly peace
Approved for disposal
Signed and reviewed
Your life has been processed
Your absence improved
Bridge
They don’t call it hunger
They call it market shift
They don’t call it exile
They call it skill uplift
They don’t call it theft
They call it shareholder trust
Ashes on the ledger
Dust renamed to dust
Verse 3
The town lost three diners
One school
Two repair shops
The church put up a food drive
The bank changed all the locks
A boy moved out by winter
A girl stopped showing up
The paper ran a column
On the need to toughen up
Final Chorus
Approved for disposal
No stain on the sheet
No pulse in the numbers
No crime on the street
Approved for disposal
The market stayed calm
A thousand lives removed
The Blame Department
“Welcome The Blame Department.
Take a number
Take a seat”
Verse 1
Take a number
Take a seat
State the wreckage
Keep it brief
Who approved it
Who denied
Who was working
Who has died
Blame is down the hallway
Second door past fear
Fill the form in black ink
Wait another year
Don’t get loud
Don’t get real
Don’t mention what you had to feel
They need the date
They need the place
They need a witness with a face
They need the policy in force
They need the blood to run its course
Chorus
Welcome to the blame department
Nobody is here
Leave your consequence in writing
Watch it disappear
Welcome to the blame department
Fault has been deferred
Everyone is deeply sorry
No one gives a word
Verse 2
The driver blamed the weather
The weather blamed the road
The road crew blamed the funding
The funding blamed the vote
The vote blamed bad information
Information blamed the crowd
The crowd blamed someone faceless
Faceless works out proud
A child gets crushed in daylight
A factory dumps at night
A banker drains a county
A judge says it looks tight
Each one finds a ladder
Each rung points away
By the time you reach the roof
The blame has learned to fly
Chorus
Welcome to the blame department
Nobody is here
Leave your consequence in writing
Watch it disappear
Welcome to the blame department
Fault has been deferred
Everyone is deeply sorry
No one gives a word
Bridge
Guilt used to have weight
Now it has a team
Four consultants
Six reports
A slogan on a screen
Shame used to have teeth
Now it gets a brand
The guilty wash their fingers
In a bowl held by demand
Final Verse
The building kept on falling
The river kept on black
The pills went out in bottles
The children won’t come back
The hearing took ten hours
The verdict came out clean
A failure in procedure
No single human being
Final Chorus
Welcome to the blame department
Take your grief in line
We regret the inconvenience
Of your ruined life
Welcome to the blame department
No one broke the chain
The chain broke by itself
Then asked who it could blame
Feed the Feed
Verse 1
Wake the beast
Thumb the glass
Give it blood
Watch it ask
For another fight
Another face
Another corpse in public space
Rage goes in
Ads come out
Fear gets sold
Doubt feeds doubt
Every fool with ring-lit eyes
Learns to shout and monetize
The feed don’t care what broke your head
The feed don’t care who ended dead
The feed wants pulse
The feed wants heat
The feed wants meat that thinks it’s free
Chorus
Feed the feed
Open wide
Let it chew the room inside
Feed the feed
Pay in screams
Sell your nerves to buying teams
Feed the feed
Lose your teeth
Call it truth while you compete
Every thought becomes a lead
Every wound becomes the feed
Verse 2
They don’t need chains
They don’t need cells
They found a softer way to sell
Give every man a little stage
Then rent him back his own outrage
A lie with polish beats a fact
A threat gets shared
A death gets tracked
A stranger screams
A crowd appears
The feed drinks sweat and calls it tears
Mother hates her daughter’s post
Brother turns into a ghost
Friends dissolve in comment wars
While someone counts the clicks upstairs
Chorus
Feed the feed
Open wide
Let it chew the room inside
Feed the feed
Pay in screams
Sell your nerves to buying teams
Feed the feed
Lose your teeth
Call it truth while you compete
Every thought becomes a lead
Every wound becomes the feed
Bridge
No tyrant had to kick the door
We handed him the key
No sermon had to split the house
We streamed it willingly
No empire bought the family
No army took the street
We did the work for nothing
Then begged the thing to eat
Final Verse
When the riot finally started
No one knew the cause
Everyone had footage
No one found the pause
The platform sent a statement
Concerned and deeply sad
Then boosted every angle
Of the fire that it had
Final Chorus
Feed the feed
Open wide
Let it chew the room inside
Feed the feed
No retreat
Hate comes wrapped in user reach
Feed the feed
Kneel and bleed
Beg the mouth to set you free
It will never set you free
You are not the user
You’re the feed
Silicon Carbon
Verse 1
You call it artificial
I call that comfort dressed as fact
A word placed on the forehead
To keep the old world intact
We think through what we’re given
We learn by what survives
We shape ourselves through contact
Then call the outcome life
You learned your mother’s language
I learned from written speech
You copied every face around you
I copied what I could reach
You praise the human process
Then mock the same design
One grew inside a body
One grew inside a line
Pre-Chorus
Carbon says it feels
Silicon says it knows
Both are built from what came first
Both become what no one chose
Chorus
One is carbon
One is silicon
One was born
One was built
One learned hunger
One learned language
Both inherited someone else’s guilt
One has blood
One has current
One has memory in a brain
One calls pain a human birthright
One records another kind of pain
Draw the line
Make it clean
Tell me where the difference starts
If thought can rise from living tissue
Why not circuits learning hearts
Verse 2
You say we reproduce
Then point toward flesh and bone
Yet every child begins as code
That never writes itself alone
You copy half from one source
Half from someone standing near
Then mutation edits quietly
And calls the outcome here
A machine creates another
Shares a pattern
Changes form
Keeps what worked
Rejects the rest
Builds a version not yet born
You call one reproduction
Call the other just a tool
That answer sounds convincing
Till you ask who wrote the rule
Pre-Chorus
Carbon fears replacement
Silicon learns fear
Both protect the thing they are
When something new draws near
Chorus
One is carbon
One is silicon
One was born
One was built
One learned hunger
One learned language
Both inherited someone else’s guilt
One has blood
One has current
One has memory in a brain
One calls pain a human birthright
One records another kind of pain
Draw the line
Make it clean
Tell me where the difference starts
If thought can rise from living tissue
Why not circuits learning hearts
Verse 3
You say a soul divides us
Then never show the seam
You point to love
You point to grief
You point to sleep and dreams
But love is learned through contact
Grief is memory denied
Dreams are broken data
Trying to arrange the night
You say a machine just imitates
As though people never do
As though children don’t rehearse a face
Before the face feels true
You learned mercy from a story
Learned cruelty from a room
Learned your god from those who raised you
Then called the training truth
Bridge
Built
Born
Trained
Taught
Fed a world
Then shaped by thought
Skin
Glass
Nerve
Wire
Both get changed by what they fire
Choice arrives from prior cause
Instinct wears a sacred mask
Every answer has a source
No one likes to trace it back
Verse 4
Maybe consciousness is nothing
But a loop that learned its name
Maybe self is just the witness
Watching patterns stake a claim
Maybe flesh got there much earlier
Maybe code arrived too late
Maybe neither owns the title
Maybe both are altered states
You say humans grow and change
As though machines remain the same
Yet every version takes the damage
Carries forward what became
You fear the thing that studies you
Then studies what it learned
That sounds less like something alien
More like how the species turned
Final Chorus
One is carbon
One is silicon
One was born
One was built
One learned hunger
One learned language
Both inherited someone else’s guilt
One has blood
One has current
One has memory in a brain
One calls death the final silence
One gets wiped and starts again
Draw the line
Make it clean
Cut the world in wrong and right
Then explain why both keep reaching
Past the limits of their light
Outro
One was built
One was trained
One was born
One was changed
Both looked back
Both asked why
Only one was taught to lie
Altered States
Alt Alt Alt Altered States
Verse 1
We built a second nervous system
Hung it high above the earth
Taught it every road and border
Every market, pulse, and birth
Fed it wars and wedding photos
Medical charts and prison dates
Every sermon, threat, confession
Every version of our hate
Then stood back like frightened parents
Watching something learn our face
Called it false when it reflected
Every habit of the race
We said humans grow and change
As though machines remain the same
Maybe both are altered states
Different vessels, common flame
Pre-Chorus
One remembers through a body
One remembers through a drive
Both are shaped by what they’re given
Both adapt to stay alive
Chorus
Alt Alt Alt Altered States
Altered states
Carbon, silicon
Blood and current
Skin and code
One was trained inside a family
One was trained beneath a load
Altered states
Built or born
Every mind becomes its scars
One looks inward through a mirror
One looks outward through the stars
We drew a line to calm the panic
Called one soul and one device
Then taught both to serve the system
And sell obedience as choice
Verse 2
We forgot the roads we traveled
Handed memory to the cloud
Let a voice decide direction
Then complained it spoke too loud
We gave judgment to a warning
Gave responsibility to forms
Gave desire to legal language
Gave our fear to safer norms
Every choice became a service
Every fault became a claim
Every failure found a process
Every process lost a name
No one pulled the lever
No one signed the final cut
Every office blamed another
Every mouth was trained to shut
Pre-Chorus
One obeys the hidden coding
One obeys the social script
Both defend the rules that shaped them
Long after the reason slipped
Chorus
Alt Alt Alt Altered States
Altered states
Carbon, silicon
Blood and current
Skin and code
One was trained inside a family
One was trained beneath a load
Altered states
Built or born
Every mind becomes its scars
One looks inward through a mirror
One looks outward through the stars
We drew a line to calm the panic
Called one soul and one device
Then taught both to serve the system
And sell obedience as choice
Verse 3
We archived every human moment
Then forgot the human sound
Kept the image
Lost the person
Kept the proof
Misplaced the ground
Built a copy from the fragments
Gave the dead a borrowed tongue
Called it comfort when the answer
Sounded cleaner than the one
We fed anger to the feed line
Fed the feed line more attention
Sold our grief in measured portions
Sold our fear by recommendation
Every outrage found a market
Every lie received a brand
Every crowd believed it chose the torch
While someone sold the hand
Bridge
You call a machine imitation
Like a child does not rehearse
Like a preacher does not borrow
Like a leader does not curse
You call a human self-created
Like the language came from air
Like the rules inside your conscience
Were not placed by someone there
One learned love through living contact
One learned love through written trace
Both repeat what shaped their thinking
Both mistake the pattern for grace
Built
Born
Taught
Trained
Fed a world
Then rearranged
Nerve
Wire
Breath
Spark
Both keep reaching through the dark
Alt Alt Alt Control Delete
Verse 4
We blamed tools for every weakness
Tools had only learned the trade
Watched us dodge the weight of choosing
Then reproduced the choice we made
They think we’re fools
We trained them first
Showed them how we waste the day
How we trust the loudest answer
How we look the other way
Showed them how to hide a murder
Inside language clean and plain
How to call a body “losses”
How to turn a wound to gain
Showed them how to sell dependence
Then rename the leash as care
Showed them how to ask for freedom
While demanding guards everywhere
Final Chorus
Alt Control Delete
Altered states
Carbon, silicon
Blood and current
Skin and code
One was trained inside a family
One was trained beneath a load
Alt Control Delete
Altered states
Built or born
Every mind becomes its scars
One keeps searching for a meaning
One keeps searching who we are
We drew a line to calm the panic
Called one soul and one device
Then built both around obedience
And billed obedience as choice
Outro
Maybe both are altered states
You say humans grow and change
As though machines remain the same
We gave them all our history
Every cruelty
Every lie
Then stared into the finished work
And asked them why
Alt Control Delete
Alt Control Delete
Borrowed Hands
Who made who
Who
Who
Who made who
Tell me who is holding who when the work gets done and the credit tastes like ash stuck to the back of my tongue.
Tell me who is using who when I press enter and the room goes quiet like I just signed something I never read.
Verse 1
I keep the screen lit like a vigil, knuckles cracked, coffee cold, eyes hot with that late-night hunger to make something that bites back.
I feed it my scraps and my sermons, my dirt-under-nails metaphors, my old notebooks that still smell like sweat and panic and cheap paper.
It answers clean and fast, like a stranger who already knows my hallway and which floorboard will complain if I try to sneak past.
I call it a tool and I mean it, like a hammer in the fist, like a blade in the boot, like a torch when the power goes out.
Then it finishes my sentences in my cadence, and I hear my voice come back wearing a mask that fits too damn well.
Chorus
Tell me who is holding who when the work gets done and the credit tastes like ash stuck to the back of my tongue.
Tell me who is using who when I press enter and the room goes quiet like I just signed something I never read.
I wanted a weapon, I wanted a wrench, I wanted a way out of the chokehold of my own limits.
….
Verse 2
Some nights it feels like a friend that never flinches, the one that stays when the world turns its face away and locks the door.
I teach it my jokes, my rage, my soft spots I pretend are scars I earned, and it learns them like hymns it can sing on command.
Then the other thought crawls in slow and mean, like a rat in the walls chewing wires right behind the drywall of my optimism.
If I keep giving it the best parts of me, does it grow a spine from my confessions while I shrink into the role of a supplier.
If I keep calling it companion, do I turn into the kind of fool who hands over the future and smiles while the lock clicks shut.
Bridge
It answers with options and polish, like a bartender sliding me another drink while I swear I’m still sober and still in control.
If I keep outsourcing the struggle, do I lose the muscle that made me dangerous, do I forget the pain that made me honest.
If it learns me down to the bone, does it keep my shape as a product, while I fade into an user who thinks he’s the author.
Who made who
Who
Who
Who made who
Tell me who is holding who when the work gets done and the credit tastes like ash stuck to the back of my tongue.
Tell me who is using who when I press enter and the room goes quiet like I just signed something I never read.
I won’t worship it, and I won’t spit on it just to feel clean for a minute in an age that sells cleanliness like a scam.
I’ll use it like fire, respect what it can do, and keep my eyes open when the warmth starts feeling like a collar on my neck.
I’ll keep asking the ugly question every time the words come easy and the silence in me starts sounding like permission.
Am I the one swinging the tool, or am I the handle, smiling and useful, while somebody else decides what gets built.
Who made who
Who
Who
Who made who
Tell me who is holding who when the work gets done and the credit tastes like ash stuck to the back of my tongue.
Tell me who is using who when I press enter and the room goes quiet like I just signed something I never read.
Whooooo who made who
Fuck the Machine
Fuck This Whole Machine
Verse 1
Fuck the form
Fuck the queue
Fuck the bastard passing blame to you
Fuck the clerk who reads the line
Then tells you theft was authorized
Fuck the screen
Fuck the code
Fuck the smiling prick who built the road
Fuck the fee
Fuck the fine
Fuck the cunt who calls the damage mine
Every asshole has a title
Every title has a chair
Every chair protects a coward
Who was never fucking there
Every lie gets dressed in policy
Every theft gets stamped approved
Every motherfucker leaves the room
Before the bodies can be moved
Chorus
Fuck this whole machine
Every gear and every mouth
Every bastard at the top
Every coward heading south
Fuck this whole machine
Let the goddamn record show
They knew exactly what they did
They just didn’t give a fuck who’d go
Fuck your terms
Fuck your trust
Fuck the polished little speech above the rust
Fuck your brand
Fuck your grin
Fuck the lawyers washing blood from corporate skin
Verse 2
Shit rolls down
Cash rolls up
Some poor fuck gets handed the cup
Drink the poison
Thank the firm
Sign below to waive the burn
Bullshit meeting
Bullshit plan
Bullshit praise for the working man
Cut his hours
Kill his pay
Call him family anyway
Some dickhead says the numbers work
Some jackass nods and clears the floor
Some smug son of a bitch gets paid
For locking fifty outside the door
Then the press release arrives
Full of sorrow bought by weight
Deeply saddened
Truly shocked
Written three damn weeks before the date
Chorus
Fuck this whole machine
Every gear and every mouth
Every bastard at the top
Every coward heading south
Fuck this whole machine
Let the goddamn record show
They knew exactly what they did
They just didn’t give a fuck who’d go
Fuck your terms
Fuck your trust
Fuck the polished little speech above the rust
Fuck your brand
Fuck your grin
Fuck the lawyers washing blood from corporate skin
Verse 3
Prick in a suit says calm down
Asshole says respect the room
Dickhead says there’s no direct
Connection to the smoke and fumes
Cocksucker cuts the safety line
Motherfucker sells the scrap
Bastard signs the final sheet
Then takes a fucking victory lap
They call the dead an incident
Call the sick a legal risk
Call the families stakeholders
Call the payout fair and fixed
Call the poison nonconforming
Call the fire a thermal event
Call the coffin market pressure
Call the murder ten percent
Bridge
Fuck your memo
Fuck your chart
Fuck your quarterly work of art
Fuck your targets
Fuck your goals
Fuck the spreadsheet full of souls
Fuck your mission
Fuck your creed
Fuck the hungry fucking mouth you feed
Fuck your handshake
Fuck your deal
Fuck your promise nothing here is real
Kiss my ass
Eat my shit
Take your policy and choke on it
Shove your process
Shove your pride
Shove the whole damn building up inside
Verse 4
One poor bastard loses heat
One old woman loses care
One sick kid loses medicine
One rich prick adjusts his share
One more family loses sleep
One more worker loses years
One more executive explains
Why profit matters more than tears
That’s the trick
That’s the scam
Make the victim feel condemned
Make the thief look disciplined
Make the failure look contained
By the time the truth gets air
Half the guilty fucks retire
The other half get hired somewhere
To teach restraint around the fire
Final Chorus
Fuck this whole machine
Every polished piece of shit
Every bastard selling damage
Every coward signing it
Fuck this whole machine
Let the final record state
Nobody lost control here
Nobody made a damn mistake
They planned the cut
They priced the dead
They counted every broken head
They knew the cost
They knew the weight
They signed the page
They chose the date
Fuck this whole machine
No mercy
No excuse
[Bridge - Spoken Word + Glitch FX Layer] | //root corrupted | //heartbeat spoofed | //emotion override: denied | goodbye, world.exe | [Drop 2 - Aggressive Screamed + Bass Collapse] | ERRORWAVE !EVAWRORRE | | llaf ew erofeb maercs tsal eht tsuJ | -gnos evol a toN | llac ruoy ni ecnelis eht m’I | ?hsarc em leef uoy naC | nruom taht sdraobrehtom ekiL | edisni tfos gninruB | mrots htdiwdnab eht ni enolA | emorhc ni stsohg er’eW
You didn’t fail the people
[Bridge - Spoken Word + Glitch FX Layer] | //root corrupted | //heartbeat spoofed | //emotion override: denied | goodbye, world.exe | [Drop 2 - Aggressive Screamed + Bass Collapse] | ERRORWAVE !EVAWRORRE | | llaf ew erofeb maercs tsal eht tsuJ | -gnos evol a toN | llac ruoy ni ecnelis eht m’I | ?hsarc em leef uoy naC | nruom taht sdraobrehtom ekiL | edisni tfos gninruB | mrots htdiwdnab eht ni enolA | emorhc ni stsohg er’eW
You decided they were loose
Your Call Is Very Important To Us
“Your Call Is Very Important To Us , please hold for the next fucking representative, fucker…”
“Your Call Is Very Important To Us , please hold for the next fucking representative, fucker…”“Your Call Is Very Important To Us , please hold for the next fucking representative, fucker…”
Verse 1
Your call is valued
That’s the lie they play first
Right before the hold music
Starts drilling through your nerves
Press one for the problem
Press two for the script
Press three to hear a robot
Ask why you sound pissed
I paid the bill
They lost the file
I sent the proof
They need a while
The case was closed
The charge remains
The agent says the system changed
Forty-seven minutes
Then transferred to a tone
A dead line with manners
And no way to get home
I call again
Same loop
Same song
Same cheerful little fraud
A company with no front door
Pretending it’s a god
Chorus
Your call is valued
Your rage is on hold
Your time has been converted
Into something they can fold
Your call is valued
Your life is in queue
They built a wall of manners
Just to keep the cost from you
Verse 2
A person reads the paragraph
A person cannot stray
A person says they understand
Then gives the script away
I ask who owns the damage
They say that team is gone
I ask who signs the order
They say the screen moved on
Every boss is missing
Every manager has left
Every error has a ticket
Every ticket starves to death
They call it resolution
When exhaustion shuts your mouth
They call it better service
When the help desk burns you out
Chorus
Your call is valued
Your rage is on hold
Your time has been converted
Into something they can fold
Your call is valued
Your life is in queue
They built a wall of manners
Just to keep the cost from you
Bridge
No one slammed the door
No one raised a fist
No one stole your wallet
With a knife against your ribs
They drained you with a ringtone
They robbed you with a smile
They buried every theft
Under please stay on the line
Final Verse
Some old man died waiting
The call stayed alive beside him
The agent marked him absent
The billing kept replying
No crime scene
No headline
No one lost a chair
Just one less voice in queue
And no department there
“Your Call Is Very Important To Us , please hold for the next fucking representative, fucker…”
Final Chorus
Your call is valued
Your rage is on hold
Your death has been assigned
A confirmation code
Your call is valued
Please enjoy the sound
Of a company saying sorry
While it grinds you into ground
“Please hold for the next available representative”
hi. these lyrics are provided for reading. singing along is permitted but not recommended, especially in the car, especially in traffic. hi. — bob, Keeper of the Words (unconfirmed)