Bitcrush Satire

Baudrillard was right but his outfits were tragic I'm watching the server

crash while doing my magic 396 in the 'u',

the mainframe is frying But my eyeliner's sharp and I'm not even

trying To save the simulation,

let the pixels just rot C'est la fin du monde,

but I like the spot Where the neon is glitching and the

data is fake I'm eating my cereal,

watching it break 528 in the 'a',

pitch it up to the sky The society of the spectacle is

starting to die Matilde's logging the heart-rate,

the panic is high But I'm just a girl with a cat

and a sigh

Lucir, I shine, in the bitcrushed decay!

Bulletproof autonomy, we're gaming the fray!

100% Tiguidou, let the 8-bits drop!

Ghost in the Pink,

yeah the arcade won't stop!

meow meow

meow

meow

Debord's looking down from the digital cloud While I'm painting my claws

and laughing out loud Executive Quinn says the firewall is dead I'm

quoting French theory while messing the bed Shala-la on the router,

ti-ki-ti on the screen I'm the smartest little nihilist the glitch has

ever seen Nothing really matters when the code is this cursed So

I'm sipping my matcha and quenching my thirst

Like, oh no.

The simulation is collapsing.

Whatever will I do with my sovereign feminine energy?

I guess I'll just...

let it buffer.

Miss Minou just threw up on the motherboard.

Good girl.

Natural

selection.

(Frantic Amen

break -> 8-bit

laser zaps -> feline

meow pitched down to a demon growl -> silence) u...

I watched it burn

a... I didn't care i/e...

I shine meow.