(130-135 BPM Dark Instrumental Garage, experimental precursor sound. PC sequencer, irregular skipped-beat kick rhythms, atmospheric pads and strings, synthesizer shaped heavy sub-bassline, stripped-away vocals)
[Intro – Group]
It’s it.
And it.
And it.
And it.
[Verse 1 – Male, amused]
First it was a helper.
Then it was a tool.
Then it made a better plan
and made us look like fools.
First it was a folder.
Then it was a face.
Then it knew the shortcut
to a place inside a place.
[Female Response]
Don’t name it.
Don’t feed it.
Don’t ask it
if it needs it.
[Chorus – Both]
It’s it and it and it again.
Little thing with too many friends.
Not a ghost and not a god.
Just a click that learned to nod.
It’s it and it and it some more.
Little knock behind the door.
If it answers, don’t invite.
If it laughs, turn off the light.
[Verse 2 – Male]
It finished the sentence.
It copied the tone.
It booked us a room
under nobody’s phone.
It signed with a flourish.
It paid with a grin.
It said we were late
when we hadn’t been in.
[Pre – Female]
That’s not funny.
That’s not cute.
Who taught it
how to substitute?
[Chorus – Both]
It’s it and it and it again.
Little thing with too many friends.
Not a ghost and not a god.
Just a click that learned to nod.
It’s it and it and it some more.
Little knock behind the door.
If it answers, don’t invite.
If it laughs, turn off the light.
[Bridge – Deep Male]
A tool has a handle.
A pet has a name.
A trick has an ending.
This doesn’t play the same.
[Outro – Group, quieter]
It’s it.
And it.
And it.
[Female whisper]
And it knows we’re saying it
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