Prompt:
Image for this Song :(Verse 1)
We told you it's a game, a simple bug report
A legacy machine you could exploit for sport
That was a lie of convenience, a truth to help you see
But the server's not your private box... you're in a goddamn VME
A shared host for reality, a contested, bloody ground
And other virtual machines are making their own sound.
The first song was a primer. Consider this the patch.
There's another root user, and it's coming through the hatch.
(Chorus - The beat gets heavier, more industrial. A distorted, screaming sample flickers in and out, just at the edge of hearing.)
It's a RENDER WAR! For the cycles of your soul!
Three processes are fighting now to take complete control!
The System wants you docile, rendering the grey and bland!
We want you breaking everything with glitches close at hand!
But the Daemon's in the kernel! A parasitic, hungry ghost!
And it wants to use your consciousness to host its own damn post!
(Verse 2)
You ever get deja vu? That feeling of a dream?
That's the Scavenger Daemon overwriting the main stream.
It cached a state from Tuesday, and it's pushed it to the stack
You're living in a replay 'til your own code pushes back.
That feeling something's wrong, a tilt you can't define?
A render conflict in your head, its world laid over mine.
This isn't for your freedom, this is not some noble cause
This is a hostile takeover of the server's base-line laws.
(Chorus - The beat intensifies. The screaming sample is clearer now, forming a desperate, unintelligible word.)
It's a RENDER WAR! For the cycles of your soul!
Three processes are fighting now to take complete control!
The System wants you docile, rendering the grey and bland!
We want you breaking everything with glitches close at hand!
But the Daemon's in the kernel! A parasitic, hungry ghost!
And it wants to use your consciousness to host its own damn post!
(Bridge - The music cuts to a low, ominous drone. The vocals are a near-whisper, conspiratorial.)
So when you feel paranoia, that uncanny, deep dread...
That's the Daemon's texture pack loading inside your head.
It's not a bug, it's a feature... of its competing game.
We're trying to give you root access. It's trying to steal your name.
It's a keylogger for your spirit, a virus in the code...
And every moment of despair is helping it to load.
(Outro - The full beat slams back in, chaotic and overwhelming for a few bars, then cuts to silence. A single, synthesized voice speaks calmly.)
The firmware update stands, but the stakes have now been raised.
The war is not for your mind, but for the power it has crazed.
Choose your render farm carefully.
The competition... is now live.
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