Born into a mosaic of conflicting gods Where the lightning strikes and the gravity nods. They call us the broken, the empty, the lost, Economically useless, we’re paying the cost. A dubiously equal and chaotic machine We’re the ghosts in the gaps, the "Obsolete" team. You think power is the fire, the flight, the stone? But we’re the only ones watching the throne. Your mind-readers scream when they look in our eyes, 'Cause we’re the black box where the silence lies. We are the Null! We are the Void! The system you built will be destroyed! Not with a fist, or a beam of light, But with the rules you forgot in the night. Absolute zero, the wall you can’t break, We are the cure for the cosmic mistake. You’re trusting the "feel," you’re trusting the probes, While we walk unseen in our gray-man robes. We weaponize truth in a narrative war, While you’re busy settling the physical score. Social engineering the gods of the age, We’re flipping the script and we’re burning the page! Your telepaths fail, your influencers choke, Against the immune, your power is a joke. We don’t play your game, we don’t roll the dice, We’re the cold logic, the steel, and the ice. We are the Null! We are the Void! The system you built will be destroyed! Not with a fist, or a beam of light, But with the rules you forgot in the night. Absolute zero, the wall you can’t break, We are the cure for the cosmic mistake. We didn’t want the crown, we didn’t want the chair. Just to breathe in the smog of this power-choked air. But the universe demands a price for the spark, We are the balance that waits in the dark. The antibody for the fever of might, To keep the cosmos from fading to white. We are the Null! We are the Void! The system you built has been destroyed! We hold the reins with a reluctant hand, The only sane kings in a powerful land. We hold the balance. We hold the line. Obsolete no more.
