[verse 1] the intern came in early with a coffee and a smile said just one little page, it’ll only take a while print unit a6 blinked once and held the room in place then spat a blank sheet out with no logo, date, or case kneel before my power that’s all the paper said and janet from accounts went quiet with both hands on her head [pre-chorus] by ten-oh-nine they gathered near the tray by ten-fifteen they whispered it was fate the manual opened like a holy book and nobody dared look away [chorus] toner is my prophecy shake your badge and follow me bourrage papier we kneel and pray bourrage papier hr said okay toner is my prophecy feed the tray and set me free bourrage papier we all obey bourrage papier every day [verse 2] they held a monday meeting by the copier light with action items circled and the blinds shut tight post-it hymns were pasted on the break room wall saying praise the sacred feeder or the feeder feeds us all they drank the coffee cold reciting page sixteen paper weight, supported types and cleaning the machine the ink carts hit the carpet like offerings to the beast and print unit a6 kept printing after three [pre-chorus] the intern said I swear this isn’t what I meant but linda marked him down for poor intent the screen went dark, the bassline crawled then something clicked inside the wall [chorus] toner is my prophecy shake your badge and follow me bourrage papier we kneel and pray bourrage papier per policy toner is my prophecy feed the tray and set me free bourrage papier we all obey bourrage papier every day [post-chorus] we obey bourrage papier kneel and pray bourrage papier hr said okay bourrage papier don’t look away bourrage papier [verse 3] somebody from logistics said the machine was lying the room went dead quiet, even the fax stopped trying he pointed at the tray and said this whole thing is fake then print unit a6 made one dry little shake pc load letter that was all it said pc load letter and the man went pale instead no sermon, no defense no righteous office thunder just a little green message and the whole floor pulled him under [break] bourrage papier we obey bourrage papier kneel and pray [spoken bridge] she said she still remembers the smell of warm toner she said the tray opened by itself at lunch she said the intern tried to unplug it but the cable was already in his hand and still it printed one page then another then every private email every calendar invite every resignation draft every fucking thing [chorus] toner is my prophecy shake your badge and follow me bourrage papier we kneel and pray bourrage papier hr said okay toner is my prophecy feed the tray and set me free bourrage papier we all obey bourrage papier every day [final chorus] toner is my prophecy no more secrets, no reprieve bourrage papier we kneel and pray bourrage papier print it anyway toner is my prophecy copy every soul in me bourrage papier we all obey bourrage papier till judgment day [outro] now they print the minutes now they print the names now they print the warnings now they print the blame they print the lunch receipts they print the locked reports they print the things they buried in the quarterly support the intern stands beside it with a smile too clean to read print unit a6 keeps humming and the office learns to feed pc load letter
