🎶 (Slow, ominous synth hum. Drum machine ticking like a Wall Street algorithm about to crash. A distant voice whispers: “This is fine.”) 🎶 [Verse 1] The year is strange, the timeline’s cracked We’ve got billionaires playing Caesar’s act They buy their kingdoms, tweet their fate Then livestream when they lock the gate The headlines scream, the markets dive Just another Tuesday, still alive AI girlfriends, Mars escape But the self-driving cars still can’t hit the brakes [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the stakes keep risin’ Oh, the West keeps tyin’ [Chorus] If democracy survived ten years of Greta’s glare, It can handle Musk doing laps in his underwear Oh, Taiwan too soon? Man, that’s cute— We survived Theranos and FTX in business suits (Synths rise like a Nasdaq bubble about to burst. War drums with a touch of funk.) [Verse 2] Rome had Nero, we got tweets Kings used swords, now they edit memes NATO’s nervous, Wall Street’s tense But hey, Doge is only down 90 cents They short the market, then blame the news Meanwhile, TikTok radicalized your grandma, too A.I.’s talking, bots won’t sleep Someone tell Tesla the brakes still squeak [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the fuse keeps burnin’ Oh, the banks keep churnin’ [Chorus] If we sat through 20 years of “Fast & Furious” sequels, We can handle Musk speedrunning “Idiocracy” prequels Oh, Taiwan too soon? That’s real quaint— Facebook turned your uncle into a QAnon saint (Key change—full industrial breakdown. Samples of politicians mumbling “deep concern” layered over rocket launch sounds. Distant voice says, “Please clap.”) [Bridge] Twitter’s burning, but engagement’s hot Half the world’s on government watch NFT bros lost their shirts The metaverse is still the worst The suits cash out, we take the ride A thousand think pieces, one punchline When civilization ends in doom, They’ll say, “But did you see that Elon moon?” (Bass drop. A robot voice says: “We are deeply concerned.” Echoing laughter.) [Final Chorus] If Rome survived Nero, If capitalism survived Taco Bell’s menu changes, Then yeah, you’ll make it through, While Musk shitposts from space stations. 🎶 (Outro—haunting synth fade-out. Somewhere, a Tesla explodes. The sound of stockholders weeping. A final whisper: “This was inevitable.”) 🎶