Verse 1 [Male voice, weary and mechanical with muted industrial pulse] Nine a.m. sharp, the screen lights up like clockwork doom Faces pixelated, mouths already in zombie bloom I unmute on cue, throat dry from yesterday's script Same slide deck, same metrics, same soul getting clipped Pre-Chorus [Glitchy vocal chops repeating fragments like bad echoes] Yesterday I... today I plan to... blockers none Yesterday I... today I plan to... blockers none Chorus [Heavy distorted drop, voice thick with exhausted sarcasm] Round and round the damned go marching in Points assigned, spirits thinned We chase the burn-down like it's holy grail But the sprint never ends, just another jail Scrum of the damned, keep the ritual alive Pretend we're building while we barely survive Verse 2 [Darker, slower metallic grind] Camera off, but the eye still tracks every blink I nod at burndown charts that lie and never sink Retrospective promises we break before we leave "Next time we'll do better" — same lie we believe Bridge [Sparse breakdown, heartbeat kick slowing, voice cracking raw] I remember when code felt like fire in my hands Now it's just tickets stacking like grains of sand How long can one heart beat against the tide When the whole damn room has already died? Chorus [Full intensity swell, layered harmonies like distant corporate chants] Round and round the damned go marching in Points assigned, spirits thinned We chase the burn-down like it's holy grail But the sprint never ends, just another jail Keep smiling for the camera, keep the updates clean In the scrum of the damned, we're all unseen
