[Intro: Cold, quantized drum machine starts with a flickering, high-frequency hi-hat pattern—like the sound of thousands of tiny wings. A heavy, grinding bass pulse enters, creating a massive foundation. Clipped, angular guitar stabs hit with precision.] [Verse 1: Tight, staccato male vocals; clinical and detached] I put down the hammer, I put down the wrench I’m stepping back from the assembly bench The Roboport rises, a beacon of light An orange-grid kingdom, a geometric sight I no longer place every belt by my hand I’m drawing the ghost-lines across the dead land Blueprints are patterns, a dream in the mind The physical world is now lagging behind! [Chorus: Sound widens with a massive wall of industrial distortion. Gang shouts and heavy metallic anvil hits on every fourth beat] THE SWARM! [Metallic anvil hit] CLOUD OF THE MACHINE! THE SWARM! [Metallic anvil hit] KEEP THE LOGIC CLEAN! I DREAM IN BLUEPRINTS, I COMMAND THE SKY A THOUSAND WINGS WHERE THE RESOURCES FLY! [Verse 2: Driving rhythmic delivery, guitars clipping with high-gain distortion] Orange for the logic, Green for the build The hunger of industry finally stilled Logistic containers: Request and Provide The items are caught in a robotic tide Construction bots swarm with a red-planner glare Tear down the forest, leave the land bare Personal roboport, fusion in the suit I walk through the world while the machines take root! [Bridge: All instruments strip back to a machine pulse. High-frequency synth arps flutter across the stereo field. Vocals drop to a rhythmic, whispered snarl] Shift-click the forest. Control-C the base. Delete the imperfection... Without leaving a trace. They don't need a rest, they don't need a meal. Just a charging pad and a purpose of steel. Watch the sky darken. Watch the grid grow. The architect watches... The puppets below. [Bridge Build-up: Grinding bass returns full-force, slamming back with clipped, aggressive guitars mimicking the "chirp" of a robot alert] COPY! PASTE! REPEAT THE DESIGN! TEN THOUSAND WORKERS! ALL OF THEM MINE! [Chorus: Gang shouts, maximum volume, heavy industrial clanging] THE SWARM! [Metallic anvil hit] CLOUD OF THE MACHINE! THE SWARM! [Metallic anvil hit] KEEP THE LOGIC CLEAN! I DREAM IN BLUEPRINTS, I COMMAND THE SKY A THOUSAND WINGS WHERE THE RESOURCES FLY! [Outro: Slamming industrial beat. Rapid-fire vocal delivery, getting colder and more triumphant] Logistic slots! Trash the waste! Build the world... With frantic haste! The hand is still! The mind is free! The Swarm is the soul... Of the factory! (Shouted) THE BLUEPRINT IS REAL! THE BLUEPRINT IS REAL! (Whispered) The Swarm never sleeps. [Final massive metallic anvil hit—Immediate silence]
