I’m not dead! I’ve just been working on endless amount of songs for my long-awaited album. Here’s a cut for one of the smaller songs out of the current 20, made last month. I just did a bunch of goofy voices to break out of restraint.
Being a programmed baby, yeah, isn’t really swell
Well, you can’t really talk, you’re programmer had just cheated
To get beated so you see it, he can’t even save code
Load up the while loop, and there you kinda have it
Sit straight and fit with the crowd
Loud and clear or your system won’t print
Sprint to the top or you’ll be down in the trenches
Wenches don’t like that, so best of luck to you
You’re a programmed man, so go and be a man
programmed man, stuck in a whole loop
It only gets better, once or twice
And the rest is the thought of how you peaked and
Being a programmed man, it’s the same kinda deal
You real into the world and delete your parent node
It’s a workload if you’re stupid or unlucky to reside
To abide the perfect system you’ve lived your entire life in
Win your gal and recycle
Bicycles, a couple won’t hurt
Just be alert because you didn’t quite make the cut
But please don’t worry, you’ll dearly be missed by none