bullshit job

[Intro – filtered synth arpeggio + radio chatter]
(spoken through megaphone)
Wake up.
Log in.
Repeat until retirement or reboot.

[Verse 1 – spoken/half-rapped over syncopated synth pulse]
Sunrise flickers off a tower of chrome,
Emails swarm like digital drones.
Thirty-two faces in a virtual room,
All pretending the spreadsheet’s “boom.”
Copy, paste, delete, replace —
Corporate mantra, human race.
Smiles on mute, souls on pause,
Hands on the clock watching the cause… die.

[Pre-Chorus – tension builds, rising filter sweep]
Boss says “urgent!”— I say why?
This whole procedure’s a corporate lie.
Static in my skull, caffeine in my veins,
Automation shackled in paper chains.

[Chorus – explosive guitars + screamed/gang vocals]
 BULLSHIT JOB! — We’re screaming at the sky!
Meaningless motion till the day we die!
 BULLSHIT JOB! — We’re ghosts in a file!
Keep calm, type fast, fake smile!
 BULLSHIT JOB! — can’t quit, can’t stop!
There’s a line round the block for my spot!

(drop – glitch FX and bass hit)

[Verse 2 – rhythmic spoken + punk bassline]
Canned replies, cut-and-paste care,
Metrics up, humanity bare.
Could’ve built bridges, painted walls,
But I’m trapped in a spreadsheet stall.
Dreams archived, passion taxed,
Progress packed in digital sacks.
Another update, another lie —
"Team synergy!" — just don’t ask why.

[Pre-Chorus – rising snare roll]
They say “secure,” they say “respect,”
But that’s just fear with a direct debit check.
Cog in a loop, pretending to turn,
Still the pilot light flickers and burns.

[Chorus – full power with synth-metal riff]
BULLSHIT JOB! — clock in, clock out!
Hope on hold, wage in doubt!
 BULLSHIT JOB! — nothing to show,
Dead pixels bloom where ideas don’t grow!
 BULLSHIT JOB! — still I stay,
Waiting for meaning to drift away!

(beat stutters, filters to silence)

[Bridge – ambient pad + vocoder voice]
If this time could heal someone,
I’d bear the weight, I’d see it done.
But it’s sand in the rain,
Slipping through the cracks of my brain.

(spoken, dry voice returns)
This isn’t progress.
It’s paralysis in a power tie.

(drop — massive bass slam)

[Final Chorus – double-tempo drums + crowd vocals]
BULLSHIT JOB! — light the sirens and scream!
We’re done being pawns in the corporate dream!
BULLSHIT JOB! — tear down the screen!
You can own my time but not my dream!
BULLSHIT JOB! — we won’t comply!
We were built to build, not just get by!

[Outro – synth drone + spoken fade]
Log off.
Stand up.
Remember what your hands were for.