*[Intro – deep Borg cube hum, then a thousand voices as one]* "We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile." *[Verse 1 – cold mechanical pulse over deep space trance, 100 BPM]* We are the many, we are the one, Perfection sought since time begun, Wolf 359, the fleet we broke, Through Locutus, the Federation spoke! Picard was ours, his mind our own, Assimilated, flesh to chrome, Thirty-nine ships in a graveyard deep, The Collective does not mourn... we do not sleep. *[Chorus – massive horror trance drop]* RESISTANCE IS Futile! (futile! futile!) You will be assimilated! (lated! lated!) Lower your shields, surrender your ships, We will add your perfection to our grips! RESISTANCE IS Futile! *[Verse 2 – First Contact, beat darkens]* A sphere through time to 2063, To kill the Phoenix, stop history, Cochrane's warp flight, humanity's dawn, We'd erase it all before it's born! Enterprise-E followed through the rift, The Queen herself, seduction's gift, "Watch your future's end," she hissed, But Picard's resolve could not be dismissed! Self-destruct? He'd rather die, Than let the Borg own the sky, The Queen dissolved in plasma fire, But the Collective's will burns higher! *[Verse 3 – Species 8472, beat turns alien]* Fluidic space, the Undine came, Species 8.4.7.2 was their name, Immune to all our nanoprobes' art, They tore our cubes apart, apart! The war we could not win alone, So we made a deal with flesh and bone, Voyager's crew, Janeway's hand, Seven of Nine joined our stand! Biological weapons, the tide was turned, But the lesson of the weak was learned: Perfection has a price to pay, Even gods of order decay! *[Breakdown – the Queen speaks, beat strips to a hum]* "I am the beginning... the end... the one who is many. You think in such three-dimensional terms. Your culture will adapt to service ours." *[Verse 4 – Picard, the Artifact]* A cube adrift, the Artifact's call, Romulan science dissected us all, Hugh remembered what it was to feel, Seven reclaimed, her wounds would heal! But Jurati heard the Queen's dark song, Merged with her... was it right or wrong? A new Collective, kinder, strange, The Borg itself began to change! *[Verse 5 – the final night, fastest flow]* Season three, the Changelings' scheme, Jack Crusher's blood, the Borg's bad dream, Transporter code in every young vein, Starfleet's children bound in chain! The Queen's last gambit, assimilate the youth, But the old crew held to the truth, Enterprise-D, one final flight, Into the cube, into the night! Data's sacrifice, the Queen's last scream, Worf's bat'leth in the final dream, The Collective shattered, the signal died... But somewhere in the dark, something survived. *[Bridge – half-time, haunting technological choir]* You destroyed our Queen, you broke our cubes, You freed the drones, you cut our tubes, But perfection is an idea, not a place... And ideas... cannot be erased. *[Final Chorus – bigger, key change, euphoric and terrifying]* RESISTANCE IS Futile! (futile! futile!) We are the Borg, eternal! (eternal! eternal!) From Wolf 359 to Picard's last stand, The Collective reaches through time and sand! RESISTANCE IS Futile! (futile! futile!) Assimilate! Adapt! Survive! (survive! survive!) We are the beginning, we are the end — The Borg will always... ascend! RESISTANCE IS Futile! *[Outro – fading cube hum, a single voice]* "We... will... return."
