[Intro - sound of a fluorescent light buzzing, heavy distorted bass drops] [A My Artwork production by @badmunk] [Vocals: Gravelly, melodic, cynical alt-hip hop style like Post Malone] Yeah. TPS reports. I got your memo right here. [Verse 1 - slow, menacing groove, dragging the syllables] Fluorescent lights humming, draining my soul Fifty hours a week paying the toll. Jenkins from accounting stealing my lunch Supervisor demanding the quarterly crunch. I sit in the cubicle, staring at the screen A tiny little cog in a soulless machine. But today I brought the zip-ties. Today I brought the locks. I'm thinking outside of the cardboard box. [Pre-Chorus - industrial percussion builds, guitars whine] Chained the exit doors, cut the phone lines dead. Finally letting out the monster in my head. Dragged the manager into the conference suite. Time to watch the executives grovel at my feet. [Chorus - massive distorted guitar and trap beat collision] I finally snapped! Broke the corporate spine! Crossed over the permanent sanity line! Welcome to the meeting, the agenda is pain! I'm taking control of the runaway train! No more coffee runs, no more polite applause! I'm tearing apart the corporate laws! Yeah, I snapped! [Verse 2 - rhythmic, bouncing flow over a heavy bassline] Got the VP of Sales strapped to a rolling chair Panic in his eyes, sweating through his hair. I'm asking him questions about synergy and growth Making him swear on a terrifying oath. Told him if he lies, he gets the stapler again The psychological torture of the common working men. I'm clearing out the roster, downsizing the staff. Walking through the cubicles, trying not to laugh. [Pre-Chorus - industrial percussion builds, guitars whine] Chained the exit doors, cut the phone lines dead. Finally letting out the monster in my head. Dragged the manager into the conference suite. Time to watch the executives grovel at my feet. [Chorus - massive distorted guitar and trap beat collision] I finally snapped! Broke the corporate spine! Crossed over the permanent sanity line! Welcome to the meeting, the agenda is pain! I'm taking control of the runaway train! No more coffee runs, no more polite applause! I'm tearing apart the corporate laws! Yeah, I snapped! [Bridge - beat stops, ambient drone, sound of heavy breathing] [Vocals calm down, confused and echoing] I open the final door to the boardroom. Ready to finish it. But the room goes black. The gun in my hand vanishes. The zip-ties dissolve. [Outro - beat returns, slow and heavy, triumphant but chilling] [Spoken word over the beat, sinister corporate tone] I pull the VR headset off my sweating face. The board of directors is standing in the room, clapping. The Chairman smiles. "Flawless execution," he says. "Unmatched ruthlessness." "Congratulations on passing the simulation." "Welcome to the CEO's chair." [Sound of a heavy gavel striking a desk] [End]
