Take a bow, master! Epic Industrial Rock

Guitar solo 3:55 Verses 1 The memorandum dropped at 9:00 AM A sleek email written by one of them Said "Optimization is the path ahead" Pack your boxes, boys, the department's dead. They wheeled in servers, stacked them to the roof A humming, blinking, cold, electric truth Efficiency is up, errors are down But there's a silence creeping through this town. Pre-Chorus You cut the hands that built the throne You silence every voice you've known You think the algorithm saves the day But tell me, genius, who is going to pay? Chorus When the robots build the cars and bake the bread And the ledger's full of green instead of red When there's no one left to punch the clock for you Who's gonna buy the shit you're trying to move? Yeah, you automated the soul right out of the sale Now watch the hungry snake eat its own tail. Verse 2 The boardroom toasts with crystal in the air Profits climbing like a golden stair They don't see the streets getting quiet and cold With pockets empty and the factories sold. You replaced the driver, you replaced the cook You rewrote humanity like a balance book But an AI doesn't need a summer home Or a shiny new phone, or a garden gnome. Pre-Chorus You cut the roots to save the tree But blinded by greed, you just can't see You think the bottom line is all that's true But you forgot who makes the world for you. Chorus When the robots build the cars and bake the bread And the ledger's full of green instead of red When there's no one left to punch the clock for you Who's gonna buy the shit you're trying to move? Yeah, you automated the soul right out of the sale Now watch the hungry snake eat its own tail. Bridge Can a server taste the wine? Can a circuit pay a fine? Can a program feel the need To satisfy your endless greed? You're selling shadows to a ghost town now Take a bow, masters, take a bow. Chorus 'Cause when the robots build the cars and bake the bread And the ledger's full of green instead of red When there's no one left to punch the clock for you Who the hell is gonna buy the shit you move? Yeah, you automated the soul right out of the sale Now watch the hungry snake eat its own tail. Outro Choke on the silence. Bankrupt by your own design. The snake eats the tail. The snake eats the tail.