(Verse 1)

I wake up, sip my coffee, light the world on fire,

Dragons, mechs, humans—my caffeine-fueled desire.

NPCs scream, factions clash, civilizations bend,

I build chaos like a hobby, and call it a goddamn trend.

I sprinkle in brainwashed dragons, warbots on the march,

Mechs stomp, spells explode, every world’s a charge.

Lore tangled like spaghetti, plot twists stacked high,

I grin as I watch my worlds unfold, laugh till I cry.

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t care if it’s messy or wrong,

I type chaos and call it a song.

Rules? Who needs ‘em? I break ‘em all,

I’m the architect of every rise and fall.

(Chorus)

I wrote 2144, I make the worlds I want,

Dragons, mechs, chaos—my caffeinated affront.

Brutally honest, sarcastic, I build, I break, I scheme,

Everything’s insane, but it’s exactly what I mean.

(Verse 2)

I toss in warbots, brainwashed dragons, maybe a Wraith,

Mechs stomp, spells explode, and every scene’s a wraith.

Every storyline’s a grenade, every chapter insane,

I grin as the worlds I build twist and strain.

Lore? Overcomplicated? That’s my signature flair,

I watch civilizations grow wild without a care.

I sip my coffee, grin, and watch the chaos flow,

Editing with precision while the stories grow.

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t apologize, I don’t clarify,

I watch my worlds spin as empires fly.

Sarcasm is my weapon, honesty my shield,

Every empire I touch bends to my will.

(Chorus)

I wrote 2144, I make the worlds I want,

Dragons, mechs, chaos—my caffeinated affront.

Brutally honest, sarcastic, I build, I break, I scheme,

Everything’s insane, but it’s exactly what I mean.

(Bridge)

I create with spite, I edit with rage,

Characters cry, factions clash—it’s all center stage.

Dragons, mechs, magic, guns, a cat that clings,

Every scene chaotic, every battle stings.

I watch civilizations unfold with a smirk and a grin,

Every triumph, every disaster—it all begins with me.

Plot holes? Hell yeah, I embrace them like art,

Because nothing says “I wrote this” like worlds torn apart.

(Final Chorus)

I wrote 2144, bow down or just stare,

I control this chaos, I don’t even care.

Brutally honest, sarcastic, the madness is mine,

I’m the keyboard king, and this world’s by design.