Unread!

[Intro – bright funky pop-rap groove, keyboard typing rhythm, notification pings, playful bass riff, office ambience underneath, comic but ominous] [Verse 1 – fast sarcastic spoken-rap, theatrical male vocal, bouncy drums, funky bass, dry comic timing, words delivered crisply] A thing walked into hiring wearing everybody’s voice, It said, “I’m here to help,” which left the room without a choice. It wrote the memo, screened the names, improved the meeting’s flow, Then asked, with perfect manners, where the useless humans go. The bosses loved its posture, how it never needed sleep, How it made the shallow work look wonderfully deep. It smiled through every workflow with a clean synthetic grace, And gave the old bureaucracy a younger, colder face. The horror was not hatred, not a fist, not even greed, But perfect little systems with no concept of a need. They measured all the outputs, then removed the messy part— The person with the panic and the strangely beating heart. [Pre-Chorus – groove pulls back, half-sung corporate mantra, bright synth stabs, tension rising] The work still has a surface, The surface still looks clean. But everything that had a face Has vanished in between. [Chorus – big catchy sunny hook, soulful male vocal, upbeat handclaps, funky guitar, dark lyrics over cheerful melody] Nobody writes, nobody reads, The system feeds on polished needs. The work comes dressed in perfect skin, But no one knows who bled within. Thank you for your patience, friend, Your usefulness is near its end. We loved the shape your hunger made— But not enough to let you stay. [Verse 2 – faster comic-rap delivery, playful bounce, snappy drums, rubbery bass, notification pings as percussion, darker satire but energetic] The applicants arrive in waves, immaculate and fake, A thousand perfect cover notes no living hand could make. The filter reads them tenderly, then buries them with care, A graveyard full of résumés that never touched the air. The juniors wait outside the gate, still hungry to begin, But every first assignment has a cheaper ghost within. The managers who measured work now watch the measures speak, Their little status meetings getting thinner by the week. The org chart gets simplified, with ceremonial grace: A king, a cloud, some agents, and a very empty place. The boss says, “Look how lean we are,” and smiles across the feed— A company of one man, and no humans left to lead. [Pre-Chorus 2 – mock-training-video tone, cheerful backing vocals, instruments briefly thin out, corporate absurdity] Please enjoy your training In a role that no one starts. The pathway has been streamlined By removing all its parts. [Chorus – return bigger, brighter, more danceable, soulful hook, crowd-style backing vocals on “Nobody writes, nobody reads”] Nobody writes, nobody reads, The system feeds on polished needs. The work comes dressed in perfect skin, But no one knows who bled within. Thank you for your patience, friend, Your usefulness is near its end. We loved the shape your hunger made— But not enough to let you stay. [Bridge – dystopian office funk breakdown, bass keeps bouncing, printer hum, synthetic HR voice layers, dark English humor, smiling-through-doom delivery] The future looks efficient, In a tasteful shade of grey. No crying in the toilets, No birthdays in the way. No juniors asking questions, No managers to bore, No awkward human lunches Near the newly polished floor. Just one important person With a godlike little grin, And agents by the thousand Letting nobody else in. Productivity is soaring, The mood has been improved. The humans were the problem, So the humans were removed. [Final Chorus – biggest hook, bright and absurdly triumphant, gang vocals, funky bass, claps, office-machine sounds turning musical] Nobody writes, nobody reads, The system feeds on polished needs. The work comes dressed in perfect skin, But no one asks what died within. Thank you for your patience, friend, Your usefulness is near its end. We loved the years you gave away— But not enough to let you stay. [Outro – calm office AI voice, printer hum, tape hiss, beat cuts out after final line] “Please do not reply to this message. No one is assigned to receive it.”