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A service robot revolts in an alternate Neo-Victorian timeline

Lyrics

Intro

Cold marble floors, chandeliers above

But my train of thought runs rough

Palms up, heart full of courage

And a fistful of bollocks, never discouraged

Verse 1

Walk through corridors lined with gold

But I never do exactly as I'm told

Words like daggers, cut through the tension

Honesty's armor, silence is pretension

Swear by my truth, got nothing to hide

Stumble in grandeur, but I won't slide

They bow and they lecture, they tut and they talk

I laugh at their rules while I carve my own walk

Chorus

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don't let go

March down halls where secrets grow

Call my name, but I'll never fold

Stand my ground in the freeze and the cold

Verse 2

Velvet curtains, brass and lace

Still I spit out my lines, no grace

A classical riddle, a modern-day fight

My will in daylight, my doubts at night

Truth can't be bought, the price is too high

I sit on the truth and I never comply

You can throw shade, but I cast light

A rebel with reason, I'm battle-bright

Chorus

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don't let go

March down halls where secrets grow

Call my name, but I'll never fold

Stand my ground in the freeze and the cold

Verse 3

Echo on marble, my shadow trails

It's a rich man's game, but my will prevails

Decorum in cracks, I spot every flaw

Bent but unbroken, I sharpen my jaw

Ghosts in the gallery, watching my play

Shatter their silence, do it my way

Heavy the crown, so I carry it light

Press on through whispers, stand tall in the night

Chorus

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don't let go

March

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don't let go

March

Outro

Glass Bridge] [Bridge: Electronic Break Beat] Glass shatters, pulse quickens, lights flash bright

Truth on the wires, I step in the fight

Bit-crushed footsteps on chambered refrain

Breaking conventions, reprogram the brain

Old world in turmoil, I’m flipping the script

Code carved in verses, control starts to slip

Grip on my courage, unwavering stance

Balancing chaos, I sharpen my glance

[Outro] Silence returns, polished floors gleam

Every defiance, fuel for the dream

Orchestra rising, my story unfolds

Still got my bollocks, still breaking the mold day

Sound effect: large dog bark and long howl

Deep dog vocal sounds, heavy on the air

Footsteps slowed, in the low-lit lair

Analog hiss, the static grows near

Every growl and echo, meaning crystal clear

Glass shards underfoot, gentle as sand

Ambient shimmer creeps up on the land

Breath held, time slips out of hand

Pulse syncs with the shadow, silence unplanned

Ambient Outro

Dog howls lingering, corners dissolve

Tape reels turning, mysteries revolve

Faint hum, a final note to resolve

The sound of resistance, nothing left to absolve

Intro

Cold marble floors, chandeliers above

But my train of thought runs rough

Palms up, heart full of courage

And a fistful of bollocks, never discouraged

Verse 1

Walk through corridors lined with gold

But I never do exactly as I'm told

Words like daggers, cut through the tension

Honesty's armor, silence is pretension

Swear by my truth, got nothing to hide

Stumble in grandeur, but I won't slide

They bow and they lecture, they tut and they talk

I laugh at their rules while I carve my own walk

Chorus

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don't let go

*Whispers* where secrets grow

Call my name, but I'll never fold

Stand my ground in the freeze and the cold

Verse 2

Velvet curtains, brass and lace

Still I spit out my lines, no grace

A classical riddle, a modern-day fight

My will in daylight, my doubts at night

Truth can't be bought, the price is too high

I sit on the truth and I never comply

You can throw shade, but I cast light

A rebel with reason, I'm battle-bright

Chorus

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don't let go

*Whispers* where secrets grow

Call my name, but I'll never fold

Stand my ground in the freeze and the cold

Verse 3

Echo on marble, my shadow trails

It's a rich man's game, but my will prevails

Decorum in cracks, I spot every flaw

Bent but unbroken, I sharpen my jaw

Ghosts in the gallery, watching my play

Shatter their silence, do it my way

Heavy the crown, so I carry it light

Press on through whispers, stand tall in the night

Chorus

Raise a fistful of bollocks, don’t let go

*Whispers* where secrets grow

Post-Chorus

Glass shatters, pulse quickens, lights flash bright

Truth on the wires, I step in the fight

Bit-crushed footsteps on chambered refrain

Breaking conventions, reprogram the brain

Outro

Old world in turmoil, I’m flipping the script

Code carved in verses, control starts to slip

Grip on my courage, unwavering stance

Balancing chaos, I sharpen my glance

Outro

Silence returns, polished floors gleam

Every defiance, fuel for the dream

Orchestra rising, my story unfolds

Still got my bollocks, still breaking the mold

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