[Style: Industrial club-dance, heavy synthesizer bass, metallic percussion, aggressive electronic beat, 128 BPM] (Spoken Intro) Administrative audit: Emotional grievance received. Routing to municipal waste management. The court possesses no nervous system. Neither do we. (Verse 1) You brought your feelings to the baseline stripe Expecting sympathy for all the hype You want a tissue, you want a hug While we stamp your record like a software bug The concrete doesn't listen when you start to weep It only measures territory that we keep No emotional cushioning, no safe space here Just cold geometry and baseline fear (Pre-Chorus) Check the manifest. Verify the score. Feelings aren't valid inside this door. (Chorus) The court doesn't care about your feelings, neither do we We operate strictly on protocol and symmetry Eleven to zero, the final decree Total emotional bankruptcy (Verse 2) You’re shaking your head at the net-cord bounce Analyzing your trauma by the ounce There is no therapist behind the fence Just an unyielding audit of your competence You expected comfort in a combat zone Now you're standing in the wreckage, all alone (Verse 3) The scoreboard is silent, indifferent, and cold It doesn't care how hard the story is told Every unforced error is logged in the cloud While you stand defeated, quiet and bowed (Bridge / Build-Up) Grievance rejected. Empathy protocol: Not found. Executing final score lock... [Drop: Massive distorted sub-bass explosion, metallic industrial percussion, flashing strobe-light frequency beat] (Final Chorus) The court doesn't care about your feelings, neither do we We operate strictly on protocol and symmetry Eleven to zero, the final decree Total emotional bankruptcy (Outro) [Spoken] Grievance shredded. Feelings deleted. Close the file.
