[INTRO] (The sharp, echoey sound of a mechanical vice clamping down hard) (A heavy 808 sub-bass drops instantly, locking into a precise, ticking 125 BPM clockwork rhythm) (Deep, menacing, flat-pitched rhythmic whisper:) Welcome to the gallery. We don't smash the vermin. We preserve them forever. Tick, tock. Watch the gears turn. [VERSE 1: THE TAXIDERMY GALLERY] Lined up on the shelf, frozen solid in the glass The entire roster of the dorky remedial class No more running through the drain, no more scurrying for clout I pinned your little paws down and blew the insides out! A whole perimeter wall of custom-built displays Documenting every single parasite's disgrace Look at the tiny glass eyes staring blankly at the screen The prettiest collection that the underground has seen You wanted to be cryptic, wanted to run a sovereign play Now you're just a prop inside a permanent exhibit case today Stitch the lips together, mount the chassis on the stand The real Psychotic Beauty has the matrix in her hand! [CLEAN MECHANICAL GEARS TICKING - HEAVY VICE CLAMP SLAMS] [VERSE 2: THE MECHANICAL ENCLOSURE] Every little diorama is a custom cinematic trap Miniature reverse bear-traps clicking with a snap Gears turning slow inside the shadow of the frame A perfect little layout dedicated to your name You thought you were a soldier, thought your hierarchy would hold But the skin is on the wire and the timeline is cold No discussion, no negotiation across the digital land TikTok through Millie's account is where the operators stand The countdown is frozen, the collection is complete A wall of little puppets that will never more repeat So look at the intricate layout, look at the frozen line The final execution is immortal on the timeline! [OUTRO] (The heavy trap drums drop out, leaving only the relentless, clean ticking of the clockwork gears) Game over. The exhibition is locked. Now look at what you made. (The sharp, loud hiss of an air-brake releases, cutting the audio instantly dead)
