The Siren Song of the Voxel Grid

The Commander cried "Attack the moon!" The Bomber wings took flight, But the pathfinding thread began to swoon, And froze the game down tight! (Chorus) Oh, the Voxels sing a Siren Song, "Come lock me, thread, come play!" The Mutex held the line too long, And stole the ticks away! We tried to sleep, we tried to yield, We built a Cache of gold, But forty threads upon the field, Left forty Caches cold! Now reconstruct_path spins around, In circles deep and vast, The Unit's nose is in the ground, And the Server’s breathed its last! (Bridge) Break the loop! Smash the cycle! Let the Main Thread breathe again! Or we’ll be stuck here 'til the morning cycle, With a stack trace for a friend!