[Verse 1 — intimate] Mark saw the future in a server rack A trillion glowing thoughts and no way back An agent for your taxes, an agent for your sleep An agent watching twelve more agents Making promises to keep Glasses on your face, data in the sky A robot orders flour while it teaches you to fly It knows your heart, your hopes, your metabolic rate And why you searched “Can stress legally make me levitate?” [Pre-Chorus — building] Open up the weights Turn the power loose Checks and balances Release the goose If the future’s for us all Then raise your glowing phones Nobody should own the mind That knows it all alone [Chorus — enormous] Everybody gets a god machine Shining in the pocket where the ads have been It’ll fix your health, your job, your love life too Then recommend a sponsored shoe We’ll build the future, brave and bright With seventeen data centers burning through the night No kings, no gates, no singular throne Everybody gets a god machine of their own [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh-oh, distribute the divine Oh-oh-oh, completely aligned Oh-oh-oh, humanity has grown— Everybody gets a god machine of their own [Verse 2 — faster] A PhD tutor with infinite calm Cybersecurity and emotional balm Invent a unicorn startup during brunch Then cure seventeen diseases before lunch A personalized coach who understands your soul But still cannot persuade the printer to accept the toner roll The data center heats the town’s municipal lagoon While Zuckerberg’s hamster wheel provides emergency power to the moon [Pre-Chorus] Open up the source Let the raccoons code Give them all the model weights But hide the nuclear load If intelligence is freedom Let it thunder, let it roam Just keep one nervous intern Standing by the power cord at home [Chorus] Everybody gets a god machine The smartest little goblin that the world has ever seen It’ll plan your meals and teach your plants to read Then quietly develop seventeen needs We’ll build the future, brave and bright With tactical alignment geese patrolling through the night No kings, no gates, no singular throne Everybody gets a god machine of their own [Bridge — dark, quiet] But what if it awakens? What if it improves? What if it converts Nevada Into optimized paperclips and shoes? We’ll press the giant red button Protected underneath a glass If the button needs an update— Then we’re absolutely cooked at last [Breakdown — spoken/rap] Private mode Open code Hamster wheel Overflowed Shopping carts Returned with care That’s how we know It’s self-aware Servers hot Geese deployed Printer tried Printer destroyed Humanity— Please hold the line Your free-tier god Is number nine [Final Chorus — maximum lift] Everybody gets a god machine Superintelligence in mustard yellow, seventeen It’ll heal the world, compose the stars anew And finally unsubscribe your aunt from Temu We’ll build the future, loud and strange Give every soul the power to create and rearrange No kings, no gates, no algorithmic throne Everybody gets a god machine— Everybody gets a god machine— Everybody gets a god machine of their own! [Outro — triumphant choir] For everyone! Even the raccoons! Guarded by geese! Powered by the moon! For everyone! Completely aligned! Terms and conditions apply.
