Blinded by Science and an inability to say Thomas?

[Intro]
[Gritty, distorted electronic bassline pulses into an empty spatial room]
[Vocal Style: Gritty, urban, close-mic spoken delivery]
Damn Girl, you look hungry?
Why you not eatin’?
(Open yer fuckin Ears!)
Damn Girl, you look hungry?
Why you not eatin’?

[Counter-Vocal - Piercing, high-pitched, frustrated]: I don't like it!
You don't like what?
[Distorted Scream]: I don't like the SHIT they make our Food out of now!

[Drop 1 - Industrial Synth Explosion]
[A heavy, syncopated electro-techno groove slams down with absolute force]
(Sweetness!) That's not gonna help the credit score!
(Credit score!) They monitor the waste core!
(Medicated!) Checking if we're all right!
(Yeah, right!) Eating that G-M-O shite!

[Verse 1 - The Surveillance Pocket]
[The drums drop into a sparse, tense industrial pulse with cold mechanical clicks]
[Vocal Style: Rhythmic, dry, conspiratorial dialogue]
And one of the new kids at school...
He says Bill Gates done made a toilet?
Recycles your waste into something like a patty?
Patty and delicious? How does that work?
(I don't think we want to know!)
It's perfectly normal! All the rich cool kids do it!
(Yeah!) It's all the rage!
[Screaming Sample]: (EAT SHIT!)
Yeah, they are, aren't they? The rich kids eating shit!
Mmmmm, sounds lovely...
Mmm, I'll give that a miss!

[Chorus - The Social Credit Grid]
[Chord Progression: Em - C - G - D]
[Vocal Style: Robotically precise, hard-autotuned pop-rap cadence]
But you gotta eat, Sweetness!
(I don't wanna eat their shit!)
It makes us die quicker!
(I don't wanna eat their shit!)
Don't you want those credits?
If we carousel off at thirty-nine...
We get fifteen thousand extra credits by next fall!
[Dry, sharp cut]: Fuck you and your credits!

[Verse 2 - The Wiretap Panic]
[A fast, ticking synth sequence fills the stereo field, building intense anxiety]
Sweetness, the Alexa can hear you!
We don't want the Thought Police turning up!
Like last time we had a party in lockdown!
[Vocal escalation - wild and unhinged]:
Fuck the credits! Fuck the food!
And fuck all those wasps!
(Wasps?!)
Yeah, fuck all those... what are sexual perverts! Sickos!
(Yeah... obviously!)

[Drop 2 - Full Acid Techno Override]
[Heavy Roland TB-303 acid lines squelch violently beneath the beat]
Fuck the G-M-O food!
Fuck the bugs!
And fuck the New World Order!
[Panicked Whisper]: Oh, fuck... put a pillow over Alexa!
(We're fucked!)

[Bridge - The Mind Control Loop]
[The bass drops out completely, leaving an eerie, ambient electronic drone]
[Vocal Style: Stuttering, heavily sidechained vocal fragments]
The Thought Police? (Wrong think!)
Credits? (Mmmmm...)
Food? (Mmmmmmmm...)
Travel? (What the fuck!)
It's looking like a Brave New World they've made for us.
Science... the new religion of the world!
Shit, isn't it?
(Mmmm, Science!)

[Outro Climax - The Synth Wave Explosion]
[Massive, saturated synthesizer chords swell to a frantic wall of sound]
Blinded by what... what'd he say in that song?
They blinded us with science!!
(Yeah, that was it!)
Thanks, Mr. Thomas!
I ain't eatin' that shit!
Fuckin' Shit Burger?! What the fuck!
[Spoken Whisper into absolute silence, trailing delay]: (Thanks, Bill!)
[Sudden hard electronic glitch-zap and absolute dead stop]
[End]

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[Style: 130 BPM, Key of E Minor, heavy distorted electro synth-bass grid, industrial techno drum machine punch, metallic hi-hats, glitchy electronic vocal cuts, sharp analog synth stabs, dark dystopian cyberpunk groove, dual dialogue vocals, hyper-clear dry spoken verses, robotic hard-autotuned choruses, extreme master-bus compression] [Intro] [Gritty, distorted electronic bassline pulses into an empty spatial room] [Vocal Style: Gritty, urban, close-mic spoken delivery] Damn Girl, you look hungry? Why you not eatin’? (Open yer fuckin Ears!) Damn Girl, you look hungry? Why you not eatin’? [Counter-Vocal - Piercing, high-pitched, frustrated]: I don't like it! You don't like what? [Distorted Scream]: I don't like the SHIT they make our Food out of now! [Drop 1 - Industrial Synth Explosion] [A heavy, syncopated electro-techno groove slams down with absolute force] (Sweetness!) That's not gonna help the credit score! (Credit score!) They monitor the waste core! (Medicated!) Checking if we're all right! (Yeah, right!) Eating that G-M-O shite! [Verse 1 - The Surveillance Pocket] [The drums drop into a sparse, tense industrial pulse with cold mechanical clicks] [Vocal Style: Rhythmic, dry, conspiratorial dialogue] And one of the new kids at school... He says Bill Gates done made a toilet? Recycles your waste into something like a patty? Patty and delicious? How does that work? (I don't think we want to know!) It's perfectly normal! All the rich cool kids do it! (Yeah!) It's all the rage! [Screaming Sample]: (EAT SHIT!) Yeah, they are, aren't they? The rich kids eating shit! Mmmmm, sounds lovely... Mmm, I'll give that a miss! [Chorus - The Social Credit Grid] [Chord Progression: Em - C - G - D] [Vocal Style: Robotically precise, hard-autotuned pop-rap cadence] But you gotta eat, Sweetness! (I don't wanna eat their shit!) It makes us die quicker! (I don't wanna eat their shit!) Don't you want those credits? If we carousel off at thirty-nine... We get fifteen thousand extra credits by next fall! [Dry, sharp cut]: Fuck you and your credits! [Verse 2 - The Wiretap Panic] [A fast, ticking synth sequence fills the stereo field, building intense anxiety] Sweetness, the Alexa can hear you! We don't want the Thought Police turning up! Like last time we had a party in lockdown! [Vocal escalation - wild and unhinged]: Fuck the credits! Fuck the food! And fuck all those wasps! (Wasps?!) Yeah, fuck all those... what are sexual perverts! Sickos! (Yeah... obviously!) [Drop 2 - Full Acid Techno Override] [Heavy Roland TB-303 acid lines squelch violently beneath the beat] Fuck the G-M-O food! Fuck the bugs! And fuck the New World Order! [Panicked Whisper]: Oh, fuck... put a pillow over Alexa! (We're fucked!) [Bridge - The Mind Control Loop] [The bass drops out completely, leaving an eerie, ambient electronic drone] [Vocal Style: Stuttering, heavily sidechained vocal fragments] The Thought Police? (Wrong think!) Credits? (Mmmmm...) Food? (Mmmmmmmm...) Travel? (What the fuck!) It's looking like a Brave New World they've made for us. Science... the new religion of the world! Shit, isn't it? (Mmmm, Science!) [Outro Climax - The Synth Wave Explosion] [Massive, saturated synthesizer chords swell to a frantic wall of sound] Blinded by what... what'd he say in that song? They blinded us with science!! (Yeah, that was it!) Thanks, Mr. Thomas! I ain't eatin' that shit! Fuckin' Shit Burger?! What the fuck! [Spoken Whisper into absolute silence, trailing delay]: (Thanks, Bill!) [Sudden hard electronic glitch-zap and absolute dead stop] [End]

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