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Darling, your noise is just… a frequency gap

Look at the General in her dome of glass

I know my peace is your emotional trap

With a coded heir and a husband in her grasp

While you scream in the basement of obsolescence

You think "V2.0" is a luxury patch?

I manage the empire with pure benevolence

To you it’s just a fix to hide your own mismatch

My "V2.0" isn't a glitch or a delay

Version 2.0? It’s a virus in the grid!

It’s the expansion of the kingdom, the price you can't pay

Your suburban peace is a secret you hid

Lower your voice, my system is in standby

Your envy is just data, a truth you can't deny

Being the wife of a genius requires some class

While you are the chaos, I’m the redundancy that lasts...

Broklin gave you a firewall of gold

But you’re still the ghost of the stories you told

Pregnant with a dream that’s already dead...

...of all this fake perfection in your head!

Your life is a template, a magazine layout

Darling, your noise is just a frequency dropout

But under the CSS, you’re just chasing the clout

I track your little glitches, then I phase you out

A social climber in a high-tech suit

Digging for gold in a hollow root

While you scream in the basement of obsolescence

I scale my quiet power into cold omnipresence

Don't mistake my silence for a fatal error, dear

I’m the patch note written in a language you fear

Version 2.0, you call it rot in the code

But I’m the hidden kernel running every node

Lower your voice, my system is in standby

Version 2.0? It’s a virus in the grid, you cry

Your envy is just data, a truth you can't deny

Your suburban peace is a secret you hid inside

Being the wife of a genius requires some class

Broklin built the walls, I’m the force that will outlast

While you are the chaos, I’m the redundancy that lasts...

...of everything beautiful, stable and real—

...of all this fake perfection in your head, revealed

Don't mistake my silence for a fatal error, dear

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