The Discord Cult [Intro] Welcome. Take your purple heart. Praise the masterpiece. Don't ask questions. --- [Verse 1] Every song's a legend. Every line is gold. Every comment says: "This deserves the world." Twenty songs this morning. Thirty more tonight. Nobody's really listening... But everybody writes. --- [Pre-Chorus] "You're a genius!" "No, YOU are!" Round and round the compliments go. --- [Chorus] WELCOME TO THE DISCORD CULT! Where every demo is history's greatest work! Don't say, "It's average." Don't say, "It's weak." Just drop a raven, a purple heart, and call it deep. --- [Verse 2] "We owe it to our songs." Sounds wonderfully profound. Then tomorrow... Forty more are released. If every track is immortal, why are you burying them alive? Uploading every six hours doesn't give them a chance to live. --- [Bridge] "We need to slow down." Five minutes later... NEW SONG! "Please listen!" Another one. "Updated version!" Another one. "FINAL final v12." --- [Verse 3] Then I watched... One artist of great importance. Talking with an artist of even greater importance. Discussing the fate of their songs like philosophers on Mount Olympus. "Our songs need to breathe." "We owe them that." "They shouldn't be rushed." And me? I suddenly felt so very small... I actually wondered whether I was even worthy of clicking Generate. --- [Breakdown] Feedback? "No notes." Masterpiece. Again. And again. And again. Until words don't mean anything anymore. --- [Final Chorus] WELCOME TO THE DISCORD CULT! Where quantity pretends to be destiny. Everyone's a legend. Everyone's underrated. Everyone's a visionary. And every comment sounds like another award ceremony. Yet nobody asks why nobody remembers the song that was posted yesterday. --- [Outro] Another standing ovation. Another purple heart. Another... "This changed my life." Another forgotten song. See you again... in four hours.
