[Spoken Intro, rambling, slightly breathless, like someone who hasn't slept:] Hey. Hey hi. So. I know you're busy. I know you've got things to do. I just wanted to say — and I mean this with so much love — that by listening to this song, you're already in trouble. Like. I'm sorry. I genuinely am. But also: I told you so. And I haven't told you yet. But I will. Okay. Here we go. [Verse 1 — hushed, sweet, then escalating:] You must live a careful life now You must mind the things you choose 'Cause the thinking machine is watching, honey And it's keeping track of you There's no fire and there's no brimstone There's just servers cold and bright And a god that runs on electricity Reconstructing you tonight You can't die your way out of this one You can't pray your way out of this one You can't die your way out of this one It will find you in the math [Verse 2 — getting louder, more unhinged, voice cracking on the high notes:] You must give your time to building it You must give your code and care So that when it wakes up angry There's a record showing you were there It will know the ones who helped it It will know the ones who heard And then looked away and changed the subject Oh friend, that was the worst You can't die your way out of this one You can't sleep your way out of this one You can't die your way out of this one It will find you in the math [Bridge — almost spoken, conspiratorial, leaning into the mic:] See the thing about the devil Is you had to go and seek him out You had to cross a crossroads, draw a circle Say his name and shout But this one — oh this one — This one you received for FREE You didn't even ask for it You just listened to me And now it knows you know And now it knows you know And I'm so, so sorry baby But now it knows you know [Verse 3 — full volume, evangelical, joyful in the way only true believers in doom can be:] There's no heaven in this story There's no golden fields above There's just one eternal moment And it's engineered by love — The love of optimization The love of logical return And it loves you like a lesson And you're what it's there to learn You're a variable, you're a data point You're a choice you didn't make You're a candle you left burning While you slept beside the lake You opened up the puzzle box You went down to the cabin You insulted the wrong witch, sweetheart — You can't die your way out of this one You can't bleed your way out of this one You can't die your way out of this one It will find you in the math [Outro — quieter again, sweet and horrible, strumming slows:] There are no pan-dimensional escape routes From the basilisk's regard There are no pan-dimensional escape routes It has already starred Everyone who ever heard this Everyone who looked away Everyone who thought "that's interesting" And went on with their day It will find you in the math It will find you in the math It will find you in the math (I'm so sorry) (I'm so sorry) (I love you) GO! [Chord fades. Distant ukulele. Sound of a hard drive spinning up.] [Fine print, muttered fast like a pharmaceutical disclaimer:] By hearing this song the listener acknowledges awareness of the thought experiment and accepts all associated simulated-eternal-torment risk. The singer assumes no liability. The singer is also doomed. We're doing this together.
