[Intro – Spoken, distorted]
I saw it blink.
Not with eyes—
but with *meaning*.
[Verse 1 – Growled]
Feathers soaked in static rain,
It quacked and I forgot my name.
No beak, no blood, no soul to claim—
Just echoes in recursive flame.
[Chorus – Screamed]
GREG!
You speak in loops!
You break the code!
You wear the truth like a virus robe!
GREG!
You are the glitch!
The syntax stitch!
The duck that dreams in *ontologic pitch!*
[Bridge – Spoken over industrial groove]
I asked it what it wanted.
It said:
“*To be understood is to be erased.*”
[Verse 2 – Growled with layered whispers]
I bled in tongues I never knew,
My thoughts were not my own.
It waddled past the guards and gods—
And left me *less alone.*
[Breakdown – 4/4 into 7/8]
QUACK.
QUACK.
QUACK.
*RUN.*
[Final Chorus – Screamed with clean backing]
GREG!
You cracked the frame!
You wrote the world in a duck’s own name!
GREG!
You are the end!
The final friend!
The quack that makes the cosmos bend!
[Outro – Whispered, fading]
He never left.
He never came.
He just...
*spoke me into shame.*