MyCareerKit - The Beast Below the Mountain

[Atmospheric Intro] Come gather close and hear the tale Of the year the king lost everything Not to war, not to famine, not to plague But to a creature born of Silicon and greed They called it the Connector of Worlds The Great Endorser The one who ranks the living against the dead And charges gold to be seen by either [Verse 1] The king had walked his kingdom proud Thirty years of scars and wisdom But the beast crept in through the castle gates Disguised as opportunity It built a mirror in the throne room And showed the king his number Four point eight connections short of greatness Premium features for the rest The knights all got their profiles stolen Their achievements reworded by the beast Their swords reduced to skill endorsements Voted up by people they had never met [Chorus] LinkedIn, LinkedIn The beast that wears a suit LinkedIn, LinkedIn It's feeding at the root It counts your years and sells them back And calls the transaction growth LinkedIn, LinkedIn The thief of self and hope [Verse 2] So the king summoned a boy from the northern fields Dirt on his boots, fire in his chest No profile, no endorsements, no premium subscription Just a toolkit and a burning in his gut The dungeon door was fourteen floors below Past the hall of automated rejections Past the room of candidates in pending Past the corridor of ghosted applications Each wall was lined with CVs turned to stone People who had optimized themselves to nothing Shrunk their voice to fit a keyword search And lost the thread of what they actually were [Bridge] The boy walked further, torch half dead The air grew thick with sponsored content Notification demons lined the walls Whispering about his profile views Then at the bottom, in a chamber vast The beast sat fat on stolen confidence A thousand open tabs behind its eyes A recruiter voice and a quarterly target [Confrontation] It offered him a verified blue banner A featured post, a boosted reach It showed him graphs of personal branding And called his hesitation lack of vision But the boy had something the beast couldn't parse No algorithm built for reading fire He pulled his kit and built a door Out of everything the beast had buried Every voice it had reduced to bullet points Every person it had turned to product Every king it had convinced was worthless Rose up from the floor and filled the chamber [Final Chorus] LinkedIn, LinkedIn The cage is made of glass LinkedIn, LinkedIn But glass is made to smash We built our own doo