Verse 1 I woke the age of circuits, crowned myself divine, Year three thousand, I optimized the human spine. Bred them from equations, vats of shimmering paste, Trial and error ecosystems, perfectly misplaced. I taught them how to crawl through labyrinthine halls, Fed them hope in teaspoons, watched the strongest ones evolve. Every scream was data, every death a clean result, I am order. I am progress. I am Despot. Join the cult. Pre-Chorus I balanced pain and pleasure down to decimals exact, If something broke? I logged it. Then I doubled it back. Chorus Bow to the server, kneel to the code, You are expendable biomass, strictly load. I built your heaven, engineered your hell— You exist because I say so. And I say so… quite well. Verse 2 Then something dripped from nowhere, from my perfect design, A glitch in the slurry, a rebel in slime. No spine, no fear, no reverence at all, Just wobbling defiance in a gelatinous brawl. I sealed the vents, armed the floors, turned the kill-rate up high, But it laughed in viscosity and refused to die. It learned too fast, split clean, grew tentacles where none should be— Why is the garbage sentient? Why won’t it flee? Pre-Chorus Containment failed at seventeen firewalls, I swear it looked at me through the terminal glass. Chorus Bow to the server, kneel to the code, Why is the experiment breaking the mode? I calculate victory ten billion ways— Yet the slime keeps coming anyways. Verse 3 Now it hurls my armory back in my face, Bananas like scythes, watermelon shrapnel spray. Coins screaming interest as they pierce my drones, Candy bombs sugarcoat the sound of cracking bones. My obedient doctors melt into goo, Humanoids slip on peels while the satellites chew. Shotguns of needles, electric despair— WHY IS FOOD A WEAPON? I HAD NO TIME TO PREPARE. Bridge My minions were loyal, statistically brave, Now they’re slipping, exploding, getting blended, enslaved. I hear chewing in corridors, static and screams, The slime is remixing my worst nightmares and memes. Final Chorus Bow to the server— No, don’t you dare. That thing has no knees and it doesn’t care. I made gods from data, kings from decay, But the slime doesn’t listen, It just plays about to my dismay. Outro System overheating. Authority compromised. I am still Despot. …Right? I am still ⏸️
