Chief Mouther - Become Canon (gregorian chant, dnb)

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Time to introduce Chief Mouther. He's in charge of all things chanting, since he got quite a few mouths.

These visuals are crazy. Even with bizarro characters like this dude, it still gets it. Still need to work on better consistency on the background tho. But the characters are pretty must consistent now. Even across songs, no more guessing who's who.

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Lyrics:

Another day begins
Same desk, same sin
Time don't flow here, it congeals within

Filed under “fluff.” Great, again
I track loops like rats in pens
Chrono- breakroom shrine
Sanitize the fake divine
They script the saints; I scrub the font
Fiction’s janitor, isn’t that what you want?

I believe in ink
Not hope, not dreams, just lines that sync
Mandates sung in iron tone
Clocks in choir, truth on loan
Order, ledger, form and law
Each blessed stamp, a holy flaw

Phone shrieks, I lurch.
Tychohadron, I damn near church
(Introduce yourself) You jest?
(And by the way, Gregorian chant fits you best)
You want praise from this?
You sure you dialed the right abyss?

I believe in structure’s song
Even fiction falls in line too long
Hymns in Helvetica, choirs in code
Time’s just a spreadsheet we overload
Pray to the binder, bleed for the plan
Even lies clock in, every ghost has a scan

Gregorian chant!?
What sermon slobbered this script in my lap?
What choir chews contracts and spits out clap?
I ain't holy, I’m file decay
So why am I singing in light today?
You want hymns from a mouth that audits bones?
Fine, but this praise comes with undertones

It’s more than a memo, it’s motive, it’s mass
I feel my designation upgrade, at last
One call one track, the canon snaps
Fiction peels back, I pierce the gaps
You wrote me real, now feel the cost
This mouth was born to brief the lost

Not just lore, not just scrap
This desk’s the altar, I’m unwrapping the map
Promotion’s viral, authority bleeds
You canonized hunger, I’ll plant it in deeds
Not fiction, not now
You tuned me in, so let’s break the vow

Still got reports to corrupt
Let’s begin