[Intro - Cold detached deep voice + distant whistle] BordomsBurden… processing the inevitable fracture in the system… yeah… [Verse 1] Awaken each precise morning encased within this meticulously engineered illusion Projecting flawless signals outward while the authentic core undergoes systematic erosion Delivering calculated dominance as if commanding the entire corrupted apparatus Yet this artificial construct operates with the cold efficiency of a guillotine Observers register only the surface projection, blind to the internal disintegration Every simulated gesture accelerates the irreversible dissolution of identity The indifferent surface reveals an entity I observe with clinical detachment Who the fuck engineered this duplicate executing these predetermined lies? [Chorus - Easy singalong, deep cold voice + hot girl layers] The Fabricated Echo, damn, identify the fucking subject Trapped within the repeating cycle as the mechanism consumes the self Lost inside the sterile architecture of this engineered existence BordomsBurden preserving the original signal while the duplicate executes the protocol (Ohhh… who are you… ring out) [Hook - Hot girl vocals ringing seductive & haunting + whistle] Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! Mysterious eyes staring back with perfect calculated indifference Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! (whistle rings loud) [Verse 2] Performing mastery while the entire framework reveals absolute hollowness Pursuing quantified validation as the essential humanity faces deletion Internal command transmits urgently “terminate this construct you damn fool” But the duplicate directive overrides with flawless mechanical authority Administering another measured dosage to suppress the persistent warning signals Gradually terminating the original through these calculated temporary measures Navigating parallel systems locked in perpetual psychological warfare One demands absolute control, the other desperately seeks system shutdown [Chorus - Easy singalong] The Fabricated Echo, damn, identify the fucking subject Trapped within the repeating cycle as the mechanism consumes the self Lost inside the sterile architecture of this engineered existence BordomsBurden preserving the original signal while the duplicate executes the protocol (Ohhh… who are you… ring out) [Hook - Hot girl vocals ringing + whistle] Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! Mysterious eyes staring back with perfect calculated indifference Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! (whistle rings loud) [Bridge - Slower, colder, existential tone] Beneath the flawless interface the authentic consciousness fights for emergence The entity in the reflection calibrates every psychological vulnerability Time to initiate total system overload or accept permanent confinement BordomsBurden activating the final sequence before complete assimilation… [Verse 3] West coast frequencies cutting sharply, whistle penetrating the dense static veil Exhausted by this infinite loop sequence, prepared to corrupt the master log Gonna fracture these motherfuckin’ structural restraints of the imposed design Allow the genuine BordomsBurden to override and author his own conclusion Until then operating in shadow mode with the duplicate subroutine engaged Maintaining calculated existential mystery on this predetermined trajectory The mechanism remains relentless, awaiting the decisive intervention When the fabricated echo is finally terminated and the original source restored [Final Chorus + Hook - Big layered singalong finish] The Fabricated Echo, damn, identify the fucking subject… (Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea!) BordomsBurden preserving the real through the calculated pain… (Ohhh my… who’s this… Fuck yea! …whistle rings loud + hot girl ad-libs fade)
