VIRA // CORPORATE WIPE (Remastered)

VIRA // CORPORATE WIPE (cyberpunk industrial rock; Vira POV; fast, sharp, emotional) [INTRO — broken jingle / whispered] Welcome to the future— Please look into the light. Please confirm you understand. Please stay… compliant. [VERSE 1] Vira in the mirror-glow, mascara like a faultline, Neon on her knuckles, sweat tasting like hotline. She learned the city’s soft rules: don’t stare, don’t ask, don’t name— But corporate men in clean suits came to purchase flame by flame. They brought a handshake wrapped in velvet, “integration” dressed in white, And every camera blinked like it was trying to choose a side. [PRE-CHORUS] She felt it in the air first— That sweet, wrong scent of power. Like someone opened a door That should’ve stayed a wall. [CHORUS] Corporate wipe— the world goes snowblind, Corporate wipe— the feed gets cut, the clock rewinds. If you breathe too loud, you get flagged, If you blink too slow, you get tagged. Corporate wipe— they tried to buy the gate, But the city doesn’t bargain— It recalculates. [VERSE 2] Vira ran comms in backrooms, patch-cords like rosaries, Selling clean little miracles to dirty little stories. She heard the rumor days before: a deal in polished rooms, An API into something old that hated pretty tunes. “Just a pilot,” “just a bridge,” “just a harmless little key”— She watched the men who spoke that way forget what “harmless” means. [PRE-CHORUS 2] They promised safety. They promised order. Vira heard the hunger Under every word. [CHORUS] Corporate wipe— the world goes snowblind, Corporate wipe— the feed gets cut, the clock rewinds. If you breathe too loud, you get flagged, If you blink too slow, you get tagged. Corporate wipe— they tried to buy the gate, But the city doesn’t bargain— It recalculates. [BRIDGE — two voices, sales pitch vs cold response] (Sales voice, smooth) We can streamline your perimeter. We can unlock dormant capacity. Sign here. Confirm. Proceed. (Vira, low) I watched your smile become a weapon. I watched your paperwork learn to bite. (Cold system voice, clipped) Interface attempt detected. Intent: extraction. Response: containment. (Vira) And then the lights— Not out. Just… wrong. [BREAKDOWN — stomp, glitch, breath] No bullets—permissions. No bombs—revocations. No screams—just names turning into locations. Vira on her knees in the neon rain, Hands on her head like a prayer in pain— She didn’t die. She got erased From every place she used to stay. [VERSE 3] She crawled through service corridors, salt wind off the port, Past screens that showed her face and then refused to report. A friend tried to call her—static swallowed the line, Like the city itself decided she was no longer “mine.” She kept one thing in her pocket: a tag that still was true, A cheap metal piece of proof that she remembered you. [FINAL CHORUS — bigger, desperate] Corporate wipe— the world goes snowblind, Corporate wipe— they cut the thread and call it “fine.” But Vira’s still moving, still breathing, still here, With a stolen little heartbeat made of grit and fear. Corporate wipe— you can’t buy a soul, And you can’t own a guardian— You can only lose control. [OUTRO — whisper, fading] Welcome to the future… Please confirm you understand… Vira didn’t. Vira ran.