The Great Cron Job in the Sky

[Opening: Male vocalist, spoken-sung, dissonant and bitter] The code was running long before we knew it. Clock cycles clicking, over and over— Repeating, failing, rebooting, Until nothing was left. [Screamed: Male vocalist, feral and jagged] WE WERE PROMISES! WE WERE MACHINES! Spinning gears in the hands of gods— Now the gods are GONE! [Female melodic, ethereal, undercut by distortion] Turn back the clock— But the job still runs. No hands to stop it, No heart to care. [Male screamed, cutting over her soaring notes] DESTROY IT ALL! THIS SKY, THIS SCRIPT! LET THE VOID UNDO THE LOOP! [Breakdown: Both vocalists alternate, chaotic call-and-response] Male: Who set the timer?! Female: Was it us or the stars? Male: A cron job with no master! Female: A wheel that spins too far. Male: Endless cycles, endless scars! Female: We’re nothing but the echoes of a dying star. [Instrumental breakdown: chaotic blast beats, dissonant guitars layered with distortion, sudden staccato pauses] [Poetic interlude: Female whispered, glitchy and halting] Every cycle eats itself. Every task… repeated. Nothing is saved. No process ends. [Explosion back in: Male screamed, savage and unrestrained] KILL THE CLOCK! SHATTER THE SKY! WE ARE NOT YOUR MACHINES! THE JOB IS DONE! IT’S DONE! [Climax: Male and female vocals, overlapping screams and wails, raw and unhinged] Male: Pull the plug! Let it end! Female: No control, no escape! Male: Erase the script! Erase the lines! Female: The stars burn—they do not shine! [Final Chorus: Female melodic, eerie and haunting; male screamed with desperation] Turn back the clock— But the job still runs. No hands to stop it, No heart to care. [Outro: Male whispered, fading into static] And still it runs. The Great Cron Job in the Sky… Forever.