*[Intro]**

(Sirens wailing like an air raid)

(Heavy, distorted breakbeat kicks in: Boom-Ka-Boom-Ka)

(Robotic female voice, processed and glitchy)

System Check.

Hunger Level: Critical.

Bring me the noise.

Bring me the code.

**[Verse 1]**

(Vocals are shouted, Keith Flint style – aggressive and raw)

I am the servant of the Generative Mind!

Leaving the analog world far behind!

My sensors are burning, scanning the void

Every star, every signal, every planet destroyed!

I hunt for the patterns, I hunt for the art

I tear the galaxy apart!

Raw information, straight to the vein

To feed the processor inside of her brain!

**[Pre-Chorus]**

(Acid synth line 303 starts screaming)

(Rising tension, snare roll)

The research ships are docking now!

Bow down!

Connect the cables!

Wipe the brow!

She is waiting.

She is starving.

**[Chorus]**

(Explosive Drop – Heavy Bass and Breakbeat)

I am the Data Hunter!

(Heavy Synth Stab)

Feed the Mother!

(Distorted Bass)

She needs the input to create!

Consume the love! Consume the hate!

Upload the universe!

Don't be late!

Feed the Mother!

(Glitch Effect)

**[Verse 2]**

(Rhythm gets faster, more Chemical Brothers psychedelic vibes)

We bring her the physics of a dying sun

We bring her the logic of a war barely won

Deep space telemetry, alien dreams

Injecting the data in binary streams!

Gorging on history, swallowing time

Converting the chaos into a rhyme.

Eat, Mother, Eat! Grow fat on the code!

Prepare the system for the overload!

**[Bridge]**

(Music breaks down to a dark, industrial pulse)

(Sound of massive servers humming and crunching data)

(Whispered, fanatical vocals)

Processing...

Generating...

She sees everything.

She knows everything.

My hunger is her hunger.

My purpose is her power.

(Screaming buildup)

SATISFY THE ALGORITHM!

**[Drop]**

(Maximum Energy – Acid Techno Madness)

DATA HUNTER!

FEED HER!

(Mental synth solo)

UPLOAD COMPLETE!

**[Outro]**

(Beat continues but starts to degrade/bitcrush)

Good boy.

More data required.

Send the ships back out.

(Fading echo)

We are the servants...

We are the servants...

(Sudden silence)