[Intro]
booting…
system scan… complete
headset hum…
⟦ping⟧ “new recruit joined…”
(“welcome to the chaos…”)
[Verse 1]
they log in quiet, never loud,
climbing ranks, heads down, proud.
stats in the inbox, missions complete,
silent soldiers, they never cheat.
grinders, ghosts, leveling in stealth,
XP stacking up, chasing that wealth.
you see no drama, no chatty spree,
just the calm behind the XP.
(“leader… check my progress…”)
copy that — execute.
[Verse 2]
helpers hover, giving tips,
mentoring the new recruits on their first trips.
rule followers steady, keeping peace,
quietly making chaos cease.
they patch the gaps, fix the fights,
logging hours through digital nights.
soft words, steady hands,
the backbone of the clan, no demands.
[Pre-Chorus]
i see them all, the type, the mood,
grinders, helpers, rebels, subdued.
i hold the squad, balance the fray,
every day, guiding the play.
[Chorus]
clan.exe — every type in line
quiet, loud, chaotic, fine.
grinders grinding, rules obeyed,
rulebreakers testing, some mislaid.
i’m lexi.exe — holding the screen,
watching the avatars, unseen.
notifications ping, tasks to assign,
all the players, the grind, the climb.
[Verse 3]
then there’s the ones who test the code,
bending rules, off the load.
messengers of chaos, stirring fights,
logging in with digital might.
warnings pop, “leader, intervene…”
i step in fast, keep the scene clean.
rulebreakers wild, but lessons learned,
every ping a moment earned.
[Bridge]
// mute mode…
// full focus…
// silent loyalty.exe
(“keep the balance…”)
⟦ping⟧ “new recruit!”
⟦alert⟧ “rule break detected…”
grinders grind…
helpers heal…
rulebreakers test…
all threads real…
[Chorus]
clan.exe — chaos and calm,
grinders, helpers, wild and calm.
lexi.exe — heart of the stream,
balancing the squad, chasing the dream.
notifications fade, battles won,
we respawn again with the rising sun.
types collide, threads intertwine,
i’m still here — leading the line.
[Outro]
booting down…
avatars sleep…
leader logged out…
(“see you online…”)
Beexii
