And a 10-Minute Existential Crisis
You talk big, like your words carry weight,
It’s just recycled bullshit in a shiny new package.
Genius? Nah, more like a hamster on a wheel
Spinning the same tired rhetoric until the end of time.
Oh, the grand revelation–you’ve cracked the code!
Didn’t everyone else already know the code was broken?
You’ll preach it loud,
I’ll bet you can’t even figure out how to fix it.
Oh, this concept is revolutionary?
Sure, if you call throwing a wrench into the gears of progress “new.”
You keep spinning the same gears,
Like anyone who isn’t you is too stupid to see it.
You stand there with your smug little grin,
Touting “novelty” like it’s a goddamn crown.
Newsflash: Your idea’s been done,
And it’ll be done again. The world doesn’t need your reboot.