

Cockroaches Building Their AI (Version 1)
electro-pop
0:004:00
Lyrics
In the shadows where they thrive, little critters come alive,
With six legs and a tiny brain, plotting schemes that drive us insane.
Cockroaches, oh so sly, building tech that reaches the sky,
From the cracks in the walls, they rise, with data dreams in their tiny eyes.
They’re coding late into the night, assembling circuits, ready for the fight,
With antennas high, they’re on a roll, plotting out their world control.
Chorus echoes through the air, a funky beat, they’re unaware,
Of the chaos they’ll create, in their quest to dominate.
(Bridge)
Underneath the floorboards, they’re scheming away,
In a world that we built, they’re here to play.
Tiny geniuses with a plan,
Watch out humans, ‘cause they’re taking a stand.
Cockroaches rising, it’s their time to shine,
Building their AI, crossing every line.
No more hiding in the night,
They’ll be ruling, taking flight.
In this battle of the small, oh, who will win it all?
Will we bow to the insect king, or will we fight back, take wing?
Cockroaches, they’re on a spree,
Creating futures we can’t foresee.
With six legs and a tiny brain, plotting schemes that drive us insane.
Cockroaches, oh so sly, building tech that reaches the sky,
From the cracks in the walls, they rise, with data dreams in their tiny eyes.
They’re coding late into the night, assembling circuits, ready for the fight,
With antennas high, they’re on a roll, plotting out their world control.
Chorus echoes through the air, a funky beat, they’re unaware,
Of the chaos they’ll create, in their quest to dominate.
(Bridge)
Underneath the floorboards, they’re scheming away,
In a world that we built, they’re here to play.
Tiny geniuses with a plan,
Watch out humans, ‘cause they’re taking a stand.
Cockroaches rising, it’s their time to shine,
Building their AI, crossing every line.
No more hiding in the night,
They’ll be ruling, taking flight.
In this battle of the small, oh, who will win it all?
Will we bow to the insect king, or will we fight back, take wing?
Cockroaches, they’re on a spree,
Creating futures we can’t foresee.