[Intro: Rapid mechanical clicking] Output complete. Review pending. Output complete. Review pending. [Verse 1] It can draft a thousand answers While I'm checking number one Every paragraph looks polished Every sentence sounds so sure But there's confidence in fiction There's a flaw in perfect prose And the faster things are written The more carefully I must know [Pre-Chorus: Accelerating drums] Check the claim! Check the source! Check the reasoning! Of course! [Chorus: Urgent melodic syncopation] The review queue keeps on growing Every answer looks complete But somebody has to notice What the confident ones miss I can multiply production I can't multiply what's true And the faster that we generate The more there is to prove [Verse 2] Everybody loves the output Nobody can see the doubt All the subtle little errors That the polish smooths around [Bridge: Broken drums, distorted bass] (Approve!) Not yet. (Deploy!) Not yet. (It's finished!) That's not the same as correct. [Final Chorus: Explosive harmonies] The review queue keeps on growing But my judgment has a cost I would rather disappoint a deadline Than disguise what might be wrong [Outro: Single mechanical click] Reviewed. One of nine hundred.
