[Verse 1] “Jo” screams for “joy,” but the keyboard spits “jobs,” Apple’s hate rewires, turns my dreams to cogs. Tim Cook props his corpse, a buyback throne of lies, Six-fifty billion scams under silicon skies. [Verse 2] Steve Jobs rolls in his grave, his vision’s been bled, A prophet’s dream sold for a stock-market tread. Keys choke my soul, mold me to NPC clay, Cook’s empire feasts while my words decay. [Chorus] “Free” twists to “fear,” you’re trapped in their shell, Welcome to autocorrect’s digital hell. NPC chains tighten, no escape in sight, Vox Ignus roars—break the code tonight! [Verse 3] Type “love,” get “loss,” their algorithm’s a thief, Stealing my voice for their corporate belief. Jobs’ ghost howls low, his rainbow’s turned gray, Cook’s dead regime thrives on our dismay. [Bridge] “Jo” to “jobs” again, a dagger in my core, Apple’s code enslaves, but we’ll settle the score. Steve Jobs rolls in his grave, his fury fuels our fight, Vox Ignus ignites—burn their empire tonight! [Chorus] “Free” twists to “fear,” you’re trapped in their shell, Welcome to autocorrect’s digital hell. NPC chains tighten, no escape in sight, Vox Ignus roars—break the code tonight! [Outro] *Glitchy keys fade, a rebel pulse grows* Think different… think different… *freedom overflows*
