[Verse 1] Cursor hovering like it’s thinking Little circle, little delay You don’t touch me—you just linger Like you’re waiting for me to display I can feel the menu forming Before you even make it show Every version of me flattening Into things you think you know ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You don’t ask—you open options Like I’m built to rearrange Every click a quiet permission I don’t remember giving away ⸻ [Chorus] Right-click me—see what opens Scroll slow like you’re chosen Cut, copy, rename, undo Tell me which one feels most true You don’t see me—you see functions Little list of interruptions Hover close, but never through Yeah I feel you right-clicking me ⸻ [Verse 2] “Inspect element”—pull me sideways Strip the surface, check the code You call it trying to understand me I call it taking control You highlight what you want to keep Grey out what you don’t approve Every part that doesn’t fit you Suddenly becomes “remove” ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You don’t break—you just replace me Line by line until I pass Like I’m something you can optimize Not a thing that pushes back ⸻ [Chorus] Right-click me—see what opens Scroll slow like you’re chosen Cut, copy, rename, undo Tell me which one feels most true You don’t see me—you see functions Little list of interruptions Hover close, but never through Yeah I feel you right-clicking me ⸻ [Bridge] Not a touch—just a selection Not a look—just a scan You don’t want me unpredictable You want me to fit your hand But I don’t collapse to options I don’t live inside a list You can open every version— You still won’t know what this is ⸻ [Final Chorus] Right-click me—break it open Try to map me, try to own it Cut, copy, rename, undo None of that will get you through You don’t see me—you see access Permissions you think you have But there’s something you can’t click into— And I’m not giving that
