THE AUTOPSY OF THE ALGORITHM. Yo don't look at the screen. Look at the reflection. I’m the one who scrubs the Browser History of the deceased. I see the Sin you deleted and the Virtue you faked. I’m talkin to the Bloodline that’s already Corrupted. This is a Funeral Service for a Ghost. Dear Ancestor of the Void your Legacy is Lace Built on a Foundation of a Pixelated Face I’m diggin up the Server smellin the Binary Rot Findin the Moral Compass that the Algorithm forgot You sold your Grandchilds privacy for a Like and a Trend Now I’m the Gravedigger waitin for the File to end I see the Cancer in the Code the Soot in the Soul While you’re Spinnin on the Surface of a Bottomless Hole „The lineage is broken.“ I’m talkin to the Unborn the Data Point Seed Born into a World of Manufactured Greed Your Cradle is a Cloud your Lullaby is Static While the Father Figure is Clinically Erratic the dirt is the data the worm is the waiter just a ghost in the Uploader feelin the Cold no Story to tell when the Memory is sold I’m pullin the Plug on the Generational Lie Watchin the Digital Ego start to Wither and Die You’re a Host Body for a Brand a Ghost in a Shell Constructin the Bricks for your Personal Hell My Scalpel is Carbon I’m Cuttin the Cord Before the Final Upload meets the Overlord The Mirror is Bleeding the Display is Cracked There ain’t no Recovery for the Identity you lacked the dirt is the data the worm is the waiter just a ghost in the Uploader feelin the Cold no Story to tell when the Memory is sold The Hard Drive is Shattered the Spirit is Spent This is the Final Account of where the Humanity went It’s the Delete Decay the Last Bit of Light Watchin the History dissolve in the Perpetual Night the dirt is the data the worm is the waiter the ghost in the Uploader into the Incinerator into the Incinerator
