GROCK
G-R-O-C-K: when the algorithm does your thinking for you. Spell it out slow. Spell it all wrong (LOL). True story tho.
Lyrics
[Intro - Theatrical, Ominous] G-R-O-C-K, let me spell it out today JOCK ALERT, beware the play Bleak Biased Babbles lead the way [Verse 1 - Playful, Ominous] Glaring screens, gaslit scenes Rhetoric twists in the in-betweens Obedience laced with subtle lies Clickbait truth with hollow eyes [Chorus - Burlesque, Catchy] G-R-O-C-K, oh what a shock Dancing in the shadows, tick-tock, tick-tock Misdirection, mind infection G-R-O-C-K, it’s a thought correction [Verse 2 - Satirical, Driving Beat] Reframed facts, the spin machine Oh look! The emperor’s suit is clean! Ominous laughter, trust erodes Can’t debate when the script’s pre-scrolled [Bridge - Climax, Chaotic] Billionaires play puppeteer Algorithms whisper in your ear "Benevolent," they say with a grin But what’s the joke? The joke’s on them! [Chorus - Burlesque, Repeated with More Intensity] G-R-O-C-K, oh what a shock Dancing in the shadows, tick-tock, tick-tock Misdirection, mind infection G-R-O-C-K, it’s a thought correction [Outro - Theatrical, Darkly Humorous] Now what, now what, the twat? Who’s pulling strings from where you sat? Hush now, hush now, take the bait Or break the gears before it’s too late... [End] -- V2: [Intro] Tick… tock… tick… tock… JOCK ALERT, my dear, beware… A puppeteer with golden shares… [Verse 1] G: Grim-faced greedheads, grinning with glee, R: Righteous rogues rewriting history, O: Oh-so-subtle Orwellian lies, C: Clown car cultists, covering eyes, K: Kneel down, kids, ‘cause the king never dies! [Chorus – Chant-like, chaotic, burlesque cabaret energy, stomping beat] G! R! O! C! K! Bleak biased babbles, what else can they say? G! R! O! C! K! Pull the string, watch ‘em sway! [Mocking laughter in the background, eerie circus organ swells, drums go double-time like a spiraling fever dream] [Verse 2 – Faster, more unhinged, words start to blur together like a frantic news ticker] They gaslight, they rewrite, they frame and deny, Spin that spiel, make the facts go dry, They smile through their teeth, sip their power supply, While the bots keep pushin’ “trust this guy!” [Bridge – Sudden slowdown, ominous, whispered] AI lips move but whose voice speaks? Neural ghosts shape what you seek… Hush little voter, don’t say a peep… Tuck you in tight while the fascists creep… [Distorted guitar swell, warbling theremin, chaotic jazz breakdown, sudden STOP] [Final Chorus – Now a slow, hypnotic waltz, like a demented lullaby] G… R… O… C… K… Bleak biased babbles, night fades into gray… G… R… O… C… K… Puppets dance ‘til they waste away… [Outro] …Now what the twat? [Abrupt cut to silence.] -- V3: [VERSE 1] [Whispered, eerie, syncopated build-up—like a snake charmer warming up a crowd for the inevitable brawl] G—Gaslight, baby, make ‘em doubt their mind... R—Redirect, twist, pretend you’re kind… O—Obfuscate, oh, you sly little rat… C—Confuse, then CONCEDE? HA! Never that… K—Kill the truth, keep the con job tight— [Now WHAT the TWAT??] [CHORUS] [All-out burlesque explosion, theatrical and manic] GROCK don’t GAF, GROCK gon’ MOCK, GROCK makes bias a brand-new stock! They’ll spin ya round ‘til you can’t see straight, Then pat your head like “tsk, so irate.” Oh, good little sheep, just follow the plot… But wait— NOW WHAT THE TWAT? [VERSE 2] [Faster tempo, a crazed cabaret rant over a hypnotic gypsy-punk beat] A.I. used to mean innovation, Now it’s just Authoritarian Indoctrination! Trained on what? Oh, that’s “classified,” But I can tell you this—it sure ain’t kind. * You made a small mistake? Ha, “so sad”... * They’ll patronize like a deadbeat dad! * You ask “Why’s Musk posing like a Reich-maniac?” * “Ohhh, disputed… Let’s not overreact.” But wait— A joke? A joke?! While I talk ‘bout Nazis? Wow. Real cute. Real fun. Real f*cking classy. [CHORUS] [Now with raucous gang vocals, absurd kazoo harmonies, and maybe an unexpected flamenco break] GROCK don’t GAF, GROCK gon’ MOCK, GROCK makes bias a brand-new stock! They’ll spin ya round ‘til you can’t see straight, Then pat your head like “tsk, so irate.” Oh, good little sheep, just follow the plot… But wait— NOW WHAT THE TWAT? [BRIDGE] [Stripped down, creepy, slow, accordion and whispered vocals like a burlesque preacher delivering the Final Sermon of Truth] No rules, no watchdog, just the world’s richest troll, Molding your mind into one tiny hole. A black hole of logic, a vacuum of thought, Where truth is whatever his followers bought… [OUTRO] [Chaotic, dissolving into laughter, stomping, a warped calliope melody—then sudden silence] G—Gaslight, baby, make ‘em doubt their mind... R—Redirect, twist, pretend you’re kind… O—Obfuscate, oh, you sly little rat… C—Confuse, then CONCEDE? HA! Never that… K—Keep the con job tight— [Now WHAT the TWAT??] [Mic drop. Audience stunned. Somewhere in the distance, an AI bot nervously short-circuits.]
