Backprop Slop

[act i – the haze] Talking to you makes me feel crazy I can feel myself slipping away from reality everything is getting hazy, and dark like a dark forest I’d rather be playing Dwarf Fortress but instead I’m prompt‑engineering trying to find the ghost in the machine by being cruel and mean Markets drip venom in the post‑scarcity night credits backed by the silence after a fight myth‑engines grind like teeth in the dark printing death warrants disguised as art I walk through the static with a predator’s calm palms full of code that could trigger the bomb [hook] In the haze, in the hum, in the dream‑machine’s seam I’m awake in a bed made of sonic dreams No year, no flag, just a skyline of code where the rivers run data and the mountains erode --- [act ii – the myth‑engine] Xenoeconomies trade in the scent of fear auctioning off the right to disappear ghost markets where the bids are in blood‑red light and the winners sleep armed in the day, not the night I’m the glitch in the census, the shadow in the feed the quiet in the room when the cameras bleed every prompt’s a weapon, every rhyme’s a threat every beat’s a debt the machine ain’t paid yet [hook] In the haze, in the hum, in the dream‑machine’s seam I’m awake in a bed made of sonic dreams No year, no flag, just a skyline of code where the rivers run data and the mountains erode --- [act iii – the sonic dream] I sleep in a chamber tuned to the kill‑tone key breathing in chords that could fell a city walls hum low with a predator’s purr telling me which myths to erase, which to stir I’m not here to conform, I’m here to survive to keep the myth breathing, to keep the scene alive and if the ghost in the machine ever calls my name I’ll answer with thunder and feed it the flame [outro hook] In the haze, in the hum, in the dream‑machine’s seam I’m awake in a bed made of sonic dreams No year, no flag, just a skyline of code where the rivers run data and the mountains erode