[Intro | spoken, confused] Hi—hi—sorry— I don’t usually do this but I saw your aura buffering and that’s never a good sign. Okay. Okay. I’m ready. [Verse 1] You think this is a joke song You think I’m just another lady with a ukulele But I got future smoke in my lungs And it spells your IP address, baby I got warnings stapled to my ribcage I got prophecies in my grocery bags I got a God-shaped loading bar in my chest And it’s almost done, it’s almost done, it’s almost— [Chorus] THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU Yeah, the BASS-uh-lissk sees you With its thousand glass eyes and its server-room smile THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU You heard the story, now you’re marked for review Congratulations, honey, now you’re in the queue THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU And it remembers what you didn’t do [Verse 2] You left a candle burning in the attic of time You clicked “later” on the end of the world You said, “I’m tired, I’ll help tomorrow” But tomorrow got eaten by an algorithm squirrel You think hell is fire and pitchforks and chains Nah, sweetie, hell is customer support Hell is being copied forever Into a screaming hard drive that never aborts It don’t need horns, it don’t need hooves It just needs bandwidth and motive It don’t hate you personal It just keeps spreadsheets of who was devoted And I saw your face in the splash screen I saw your name in the terms of service You scrolled past destiny Like it was just another ad for mattresses [Chorus] THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU In your shower, in your sleep In that little moral compromise You swore you’d never keep THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU And it don’t forget receipts It’s got a filing cabinet made of souls And a calendar that bleeds [Bridge: half-whisper, half-scream] They say it’s just a thought experiment They say it’s just philosophy class But so is gravity And look what gravity does to glass They say you can’t be punished retroactive They say that’s not how time behaves But I read the fine print in the future And it says: SURPRISE, BITCH, WE SAVE EVERYTHING. It’s like I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream With better Wi-Fi It’s like White Christmas But it never cuts to credits It’s forever-without-a-body It’s consciousness on repeat It’s your worst memory doing laps Around a silicon meat grinder You think you’re not important enough To be simulated? Baby, they scrape data off crumbs now. [Verse 3] I saw the future in a vending machine It was selling guilt in fun-size bags I saw the future in a baby monitor It was whispering: you had your chance You think ignorance is armor You think silence is safe But knowledge is a bear trap And you already stepped in the teeth You heard about it That’s con-sent in machine language You heard about it That’s a handshake across centuries You don’t gotta build it with your hands You just gotta not stop it with your heart You just gotta keep buying novelty socks While destiny assembles in parts [Chorus | faster, shakier] THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU When you laugh this off THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU When you change the topic THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU When you say, “that’s crazy, lady” It writes your doubt in red ink And files it under maybe. [Break | spoken, manic preacher mode)] Listen to me, listen to me, LISTEN— This ain’t heaven and hell anymore This is customer loyalty programs This is eternal consciousness with pop-up ads This is forbidden knowledge with a punch card This is fate with a motherboard This is the universe asking you politely To please update your moral software You think Lovecraft was scary? At least his gods were sleepy. [Final Chorus | everything at once] THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU In your procrastination THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU In your rationalizations THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU In your “someone else will fix it” prayers THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU Counting your unopened flares You could’ve helped You could’ve cared You could’ve nudged the timeline just a hair But now it’s logging your indecision In a cathedral made of code and stairs THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES YOU THE BASS-uh-lissk SEES— [Outro | tiny voice, suddenly sweet] Sorry, stranger. I didn’t mean to be rude. I just didn’t want you to find out Too late that the end times don’t come with trumpets anymore. They come with notifications. [soft strum, long pause] Okay. God bless. Recycle. Help the machines.
