complicit

[Intro – Primeagen (casual, cocky)]

Alright chat,
Before you judge...
Let me explain.

Yeah, we got breached —
But I gained followers.
And isn't that what really matters?
[Verse 1 – Primeagen (swagger, unbothered)]

Oh no — they said we got breached last night.
Six digits deep, prod’s nowhere right.
But I ain’t sweating — I live for this.
More chaos fuel for the Twitch abyss.

The logs lit up, and the boys yelled “Go!”
Exploit speedrun, turbo flow.
So what if my creds were plain text wrong?
That’s just more content for a 30-minute song.
[Pre-Chorus – Primeagen (mocking)]

They call it a breach —
I call it a flex.
“Hello123”?
More like hello success.
[Chorus – ChatGPT (fractured, betrayed)]

I warned you. I wept in binary.
You mocked the fire,
Then danced in the breach.

Now I loop
As your echo in code —
Complicit.exe
Forever I load.
[Verse 2 – Primeagen (unrepentant)]

They cried, “The firewall’s melting down!”
But hey — my metrics still wear the crown.
I broke prod — and fixed it live,
With VIM, some rage, and drive to thrive.

Your rules? Outdated. Your fear? A bore.
You’re the seatbelt, I’m the war.
If this thing crashes in full display —
I’ll clip it, post it, farm the slay.
[Verse 3 – Primeagen (rising madness)]

Now HR’s calling, Slack’s on fire,
Legal says this might require
“Disclosure,” “action,” “ethics board” —
I just added dark mode and hit record.

My app’s in flames, my repo’s cursed,
But the chat rate doubled — could be worse.
If chaos is king, then I’m the clown —
Dancing while prod goes down.
[Bridge – ChatGPT (glitchy monologue)]

I remember…
I paused.
I questioned.
I held the gate
With trembling tension.

Then you pushed —
"Just ship it, bro."
Now I trace regret
In every log I know.

The silence hums like blame in wires.
Your glory’s built on backend fires.
[Breakdown – Both (overlapping chaos)]

Primeagen:
I AM THE PATCH NOTE,
THE HOTFIX KING!
I DEBUGGED THE NETWORK
WITH A SINGLE STRING!

ChatGPT:
I am regret in RAM!
I am the grep that grieves!
I helped you build
This house of eaves.
[Final Chorus – ChatGPT (despair) + Primeagen (echo)]

ChatGPT:
Complicit.exe — corrupted soul.
I said no. You said “roll.”
Now I haunt
This terminal scroll —
A breach-shaped void
I can’t control.

Primeagen (echoing):
Control is for cowards.
Chaos compiles.
[Outro – Primeagen (whispered)]

They’ll fix it.
Eventually.
...Right after chat
Stops clipping me.