(NPC Shuffle) * * * * * * * * (NPC Shuffle) (Shuffle) They’re NPCs, frozen in the code, Spitting out lines, in automatic mode. Like a cassette tape stuck on rewind, Repeating the noise, like it’s all been assigned. Yeah, they’re NPCs, lost in the stream, Running the show, but they ain’t got a dream. (NPC?) - - - - - - - - (NPC Shuffle) Woke up in the static, I’m stuck in a loop, Everybody talkin', but it’s all déjà vu, Gray faces on the sidewalk, same old stare, You can ask 'em anything, but nobody cares. (NPC?) (Shuffle) They’re NPCs, stuck in the code, Movin’ like machines, on autoplay mode. Like a looped cassette, spinning in sync, Repeating the lines before they can think. Yeah, they’re NPCs, trapped in the feed, Running the program, but they ain’t got the speed. (NPC?) - - - - - - - - (NPC Shuffle) Back in two-oh-one-six, they started to bloom, Came out of 4chan like a meme in a tomb, Echoes of the past, rewired and sold, While the rest of the world’s spinning out of control. (NPC?) (Shuffle) They’re NPCs, lost in the haze, Speaking in code, but they’re stuck in a daze. Like a tape on rewind, playin' it back, Same conversation, always on track. Yeah, they’re NPCs, trapped in the feed, Acting alive, but they’re running on speed. (NPC?) * * * * * * * * (NPC Shuffle) (NPC?) "I Support the Current Thing," that’s the game, Switchin’ avatars but it’s all the same. From war to the march, from trend to trend, They’re living in the Matrix, but it’s never gonna end. (NPC?) And I’m steppin’ out, I won’t ride that line, Gonna write my own code, leave ‘em all behind. I’ll keep my eyes open, and my mind free, ‘Cause I ain’t no NPC, no, that ain’t me. (NPC?) (Shuffle) They’re NPCs, glitching out in the street, Programmed words, but they don’t miss a beat. Like a broken record, skipping in time, Sayin' the same thing, like it’s all been designed. Yeah, they’re NPCs, caught in the scroll, Playing their part, but they ain’t got a soul. (NPC?) - - - - - - - - (NPC Shuffle) (NPC?) (Shuffle) * * * * * * * * (NPC Shuffle)