🎶 Moribund Murdoch 🎶 (Verse 1) Welcome, my friends, to the grand masquerade, Where whispers and riddles are artfully laid. They say he's a myth, a shadow at dusk, Or maybe just someone collecting your trust. (Pre-Chorus) But hush now, don’t say it, the truth comes undone, Like echoes in hallways long moribund. (Chorus) Moribund—oh, it's fading away, Teetering close to its final decay. Like a rumor too old, a tale left unsung, Dancing on air till it’s finally gone. (Verse 2) Is he legend or lore? A riddle in grey, Or just a poor soul with bills left to pay? Request what you want, complain if you must, Just know that your notes turn to digital dust. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, the line between fiction and fact’s overrun, Lost in the tales of the moribund. (Chorus – repeat) (Bridge – slow & haunting) Tin foil crowns and a knowing glance, Data brokers take their stance. Watching, waiting, jotting it down, But the truth? Well... it just skips town. (Outro – fading swing beat) So come now, lean in, let’s revel in fun, In the house of Murdoch—forever moribund.
