------------------------------------------------------------- NDC Week 22/74 Genre: Military March Music Theme: Covid rage Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/bd70c3aa-906d-4fc7-8244-b8aa2e50b013 Want to join Nordic Discord Challenge? Check out the Swedish chat on the SUNO Discord server! ------------------------------------------------------------- [INTRO] Attention. Attention. Civilization is now experiencing technical difficulties… (static) [VERSE 1] Velvet ropes around the pharmacies tonight Halo-shaped receipts flutter in fluorescent light You washed your hands while Wall Street picked its teeth (tsk-tsk) Built your heaven out of touchscreens and disinfected grief Panic moves faster than pathogens do Funny how the rich still stood six feet above the truth Your “essential workers” wore exhaustion like couture— Now the whole world’s coughing through revolving doors (cough-cough) [PRE-CHORUS] Dance, dance—sanitize your hands Smile for the cameras and the trembling marching bands Every stock exchange became a funeral pyre You called it “normal” while the world perspired [CHORUS] PETTY VENDETTA! Tiny crown, colossal ego—lookin’ regal in your lungs! (hey! hey!) PETTY VENDETTA! Like a paper mask tryin’ to stop a smoking gun Marchin’, marchin’ through your antiseptic paradise Civilization’s lipstick smeared beneath the flashing lights PETTY VENDETTA! Hear the ventilators cry—cry—CRY! [VERSE 2] You outsourced love to algorithms and apps Now every human touch feels like a booby trap (hah!) Toilet-paper emperors defending empty aisles— Rome burned slower, but you did it with more style I’m microscopic—yet your giants fell apart A little fever turned your markets into modern art Funny thing about the “strongest species alive”— You all became statistics just to feel alive (alive… alive…) [PRE-CHORUS 2] Clap, clap—watch the numbers climb Every breaking headline synchronized in time The orchestra was sinkin’ long before I played— I merely showed the cracks beneath the masquerade [CHORUS 2] PETTY VENDETTA! Champagne apocalypse parade! (parade!) Tiny tyrant tap-dancin’ through the mess your species made PETTY VENDETTA! Hear the choir of sirens sing Your skyscrapers swayed like violins with broken strings PETTY VENDETTA! Everybody cough in harmony— (cough! cough!) [BREAKDOWN] Oh… did the machine stop working? Did productivity finally catch a cold? You monetized breathing… and now every inhale sounds expensive (hah…) [THE LINE] Let me play the world’s smallest violin for humanity… [CINEMATIC VIOLIN SOLO] [FINAL CHORUS] PETTY VENDETTA! Red velvet curtains over quarantine skies! Every empire looks identical through panicked bloodshot eyes PETTY VENDETTA! Marchin’, marchin’, lockstep heartbeat drums A microscopic cabaret conducted by the numb PETTY VENDETTA! Sing it sweetly while the satellites die! (die! die!) One last toast before the credits roll— You feared the virus… But the sickness was the soul (soul… soul…)
