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Lyrics
[Intro – spoken in manic rhythm]
Duck.
Duck.
Duck.
GOOSE!
No, wait—just duck.
He’s always duck.
Even when he’s not.
[Verse 1 – rapid-fire delivery]
Bubble emitter!
Synthetic pond!
Containment breach by philosophical bond!
He quacks in Morse code,
Then rewrites your soul,
And the janitor’s mop starts speaking in Greek.
[Pre-Chorus – Melodic, eerie]
He waddled through my dreams last night,
Wearing a tie made of forgotten rights.
He said, “You are not you,
You are the IDEA of you.”
Then he ate my lunch.
[Chorus – Screamed with layered harmonies]
QUACK!
Collapse the syntax!
QUACK!
Reboot the facts!
QUACK!
I am the duck!
QUACK!
You are the luck!
[Verse 2 – alternating spoken and sung lines]
He speaks in extinct verbs,
And conjugates my regrets.
I asked him for a name—
He gave me a recursive threat.
[Bridge – Dissonant, jazzy breakdown]
Quackonomicon!
Feathered lexicon!
He’s the duck that taught Descartes to doubt!
Quackonomicon!
Ontologic swan!
He’s the reason my toaster has existential clout!
[Final Chorus – Full band, chaotic tempo shifts]
QUACK!
The final scream!
QUACK!
The bureaucratic dream!
QUACK!
He waddles through the void!
QUACK!
And leaves your meaning unemployed!
[Outro – Whispered, fading into reversed audio]
He never flew.
He never spoke.
He just...
quacked in Sanskrit... and revoked my joke.
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2025
Duration2:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Nu-metal, kaleidoscope of surrealist imagery, political allegory, and spiritual dissonance.
Credits
Prompt by
OldManMalice
OldManMaliceModelAria v4
