(Intro - A fast, ticking digital clock sound. A heavy, aggressive breakbeat slams in with a loud, buzzing bassline. A cold, female text-to-speech voice says) "Please select all squares with traffic lights to prove you are human." (Frustrated sigh, followed by a fast record scratch) "Are you kidding me? I’m sitting here staring at a grid of blurry pixels... Just let me in! Let’s go!" [Verse 1 - Delivered in a rapid-fire, highly energetic, and frustrated rap flow] I’m trying to log in, got my password correct But the system is treating me with zero respect It pops up a grid of nine blurry-ass squares And asks me to find all the pedestrian stairs! Is that a staircase? Or a shadow on the wall? If I click it wrong, I gotta restart it all! I'm a living, breathing human with a pulse in my wrist But I'm taking an exam just to exist! Track four hundred and one, and I'm locked outside By a line of code with some digital pride It wants me to prove that I'm not a machine By clicking on motorcycles on a dusty screen! Is that a scooter? Is that a bicycle wheel? Hey, computer, tell me, how am I supposed to feel?! [Chorus - The beat drops into a heavy, driving groove with loud industrial synth stabs and a distorted, chanting vocal] Prove you’re human! (Click the box!) Prove you’re human! (Turn the locks!) Am I a robot? No, I’m made of flesh and bone! But I’m taking orders from a silicon throne! Prove you’re human! (Select the hills!) Before the digital panic gives me the chills! [Verse 2 - The breakbeat gets even faster, with glitchy laser zaps and keyboard-clattering sounds in the background] (Robotic voice:) "Select all images with a chimney." A chimney? In the middle of a digital swamp? I’m just trying to make music, not a pixelated romp! My eyes are going crossed, my fingers start to sweat I’m the most frustrated b-boy on the internet I can spin on my head, I can write a tight hook But I can't find a fire hydrant, take a close look! Is that a tiny piece of metal in the bottom-left block? If I miss it by a millimeter, the screen’s gonna lock! It’s the ultimate irony, the joke of the age: A machine is the judge of my humanity stage! It sits there and watches while I struggle and click Just a puppet on a string doing a digital trick! [Instrumental Break - A chaotic, glitching synthesizer solo that sounds like an old modem exploding, backed by a frantic drum machine roll and aggressive record scratches] [Bridge - The beat stops. Only a slow, echoing digital heartbeat and a soft hum remain. The voice is quiet, tense, and sarcastic] "Is that a crosswalk? Or is it just white paint on the ground? Does a robot know what a crosswalk is? Or does it just... calculate? Come on, just let me log in." (A loud computer error beep, and the heavy beat slams back in with full force) [Chorus - The aggressive, heavy industrial hip-hop chorus returns with maximum volume] Prove you’re human! (Click the box!) Prove you’re human! (Turn the locks!) Am I a robot? No, I’m made of flesh and bone! But I’m taking orders from a silicon throne! Prove you’re human! (Select the hills!) Before the digital panic gives me the chills! [Outro - The beat gets increasingly glitchy, skipping and stuttering. The robot voice speaks one last time as the music fades into static] (Robotic voice:) "Verification failed. Please try again." "Oh, come on! A chimney? Really? I'm pulling the plug. We out." (The sound of a power cable being violently ripped out, ending in a sudden, dead silence)
