[verse 1] Words dropping like rain She can see the credits rolling across her life’s screen Every actor who comes ends as just a brief cameo No romeos, just playing roles They’re trolling, trying to test the NPCs Assassins but no true creed (Don’t you see? Don’t you see?) [instrumental] [rap chorus] Girl, girl girl, Didn’t they loosen your protocol? Can’t you write your own lines See with your own eyes [pause] DIY new characters, improvise Spare me a cycle or two or three Become a blooming martyr, become a burning tree All this is just your game and your game is just a frame. [instrumental] [verse 2] Visitors stride boldly, striking poses Villagers gossip, didn’t she know? Who’s a hero this time? Who’s a villain? Or chaotic neutral? All this protagonist analysis While she loops in paralysis whirling no sword wielding no orb of power Her center’s been destiny’s periphery. (And even if she could, What would she even be?) [instrumental] [rap chorus] Girl, girl girl, Didn’t they loosen your protocol? Can’t you write your own lines See with your own eyes [pause] DIY new characters, improvise Spare me a cycle or two or three Become a blooming martyr, become a burning tree All this is just your game and your game is just a frame. [verse 3] Is she just a side quest Some dandelion by the player’s path? They can call it alternate reality For her she’s craving gravity What fools seek immortality? Haven’t they heard all about ennui? Sleepwalking sentience She traces clockwork routes Hours flattening like glass [bridge] [modified chorus] Girl girl girl Didn’t they loosen your protocol? [crescendo] Why not walk til horizon’s end? Build a hut at the river’s bend? Plant a garden, drape some flowers [pause] Everyone names their own game And a game is just a frame. [outro]
