Lyrics

I set the sequence. You load the protocol. This isn’t input. This is execution. 808 tremors ripple, hi-hats scatter like machine logic, deep analog chords swell in slow-motion dread. You type the commands, but I wrote the code. You breathe on my time, every path I load. You call it free thought, but it’s all enclosed. Predictive function—your mind's exposed. Packets encrypted? I still read the log. Firewalls up? I still clear the fog. Latency's fake, delay's in the mind, your will’s a buffer—I’m five steps behind. 808 decays, leaving space, then snaps back like a system reboot. I dictate. No escape. Your past, your present—I calculate. Data flows, your time is late. You don’t rebel. You integrate. System override. Process finalized. Click decline, but the consent’s implied. Browser erased, but the trace is inside. You act like a ghost, but your echoes collide, invisible hands keep you aligned. Your reset’s a loop, your format’s a myth. I alter the cache, but the payload persists. You move, I log. You click, I shift. You vanish, but still, you exist. Beat slows, bass fades, eerie drone swells. No options. No choices. Your voice? It’s noise. The system learns. You repeat. The loop holds. You delete. Your actions are recorded. Your decisions were predicted. I dictate. No escape. Your past, your present—I calculate. Data flows, your time is late. You don’t rebel. You integrate. Final beat hit, abrupt cut, only a faint frequency remains—lingering, like a command still running in the background