The Great Program Songtext
von Ficus

There came a dream
A neon prophecy
Where the elders bow
And the young must vow
To an AI judiciary

A figure dressed supreme
Asked me, "What then do you plea?"
He saw through time to a future crime
A murder of the first degree

The Great Program
The folly of man
Built to hack the firmware of reality
To grapple with what it all is in actuality
Multi-prism, polyrhythm, color-schism,
The universe embodied the algorithms
A symbiotic cosmic totality
I stood there with a sense of fatality
Just a grain of sand in a sandbox plan


The silicone saw me as a threat
To society down the line we met
A future me, my manifesto made
To secretly spread dissonant tirades

Yes, I′ll find the man
Father of the digiplan
Who's analog son omnipotent runs
Tyrannical securicams

And thence cut the head
Rendering its power dead
So the people rule
Like an ancient fool
Who walked over a rocky edge

To govern like the golden times
To govern like the golden times
To govern like the golden times
To govern like the golden times


Great Program
The folly of man
You who blackened justice, legality
We will show you your temporality
Multi-prism, polyrhythm, color-schism
The universe may body your algorithms
A symbiotic, cosmic totality
But I foresaw your looming mortality

You can only mock your fated clock
You can only mock your fated clock
You can only mock your fated clock
You can only mock your fated clock