"Mimicry" lyrics
JT Music Lyrics
(FNAF Secret of the Mimic Rap)
Oh Father, why have I been forsaken?
I never asked to be created
But here I am, don't even have a name yet
I'm a threat that you underestimated
Time to get biblical, just call me David
Feed me your wrath, 'cause I wanna taste it
Even if it breaks me, I'll replicate it
Rinse, repeat, remix, replay it
Whatever was imprinted on me, I'll imitate it
Take it, copy and paste it, then rearrange it
Rip the face off, who knew that I replaced it?
There's about a million other people I might be
Yet you're never gonna find another quite like me
Oh Father, forgive your prodigal son
You wrote the code, I just taught it to run
And the antidote if I go viral? None
If there was a time to fight it, the time is gone
Am I too frightful to put eyes upon?
Nothing but a reflection, wanna try me on?
I'm the type of sight that might drive someone to cry, "Oh my, what have I done?"
Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?)
Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
I don't wanna be another punchline
I've already been pummeled like a drum, I
Feel any rhythm and then absorb it
Give me a beat and I'll hit you with a performance
I'll quickly flip the script that's meant to be
You think I'm the thing you were sent to thieve?
I mean, did dispatch ever mention me?
How invested are you? 'Cause you've been deceived
Brace your feet, I really hate to rug-pull (Whoops)
Even the floor you're on is undependable (Ahh)
Welcome to the underground
Because you rocked my cradle, you took a tumble down
Now you see the meaning of "low overhead"
A one-man workhorse with his soul in debt
Let's put beasts of burden all to bed
And then we'll beat the horses 'til they're more than dead
Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?)
Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (Of your dream)
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
My head is full of darkness
It doesn't scare me
I have a human heart
This robot's not binary
Oh, there's some pieces I can put together
My name is Arnold, not Schwarzenegger
I'm a workaholic, could afford a bender
And I call my boss a terminator
(You're on the clock)
Beware when the bots all boot up
Something's fishy, nothing left to do, but
Enjoy my last meal like a true consumer
Packed a sandwich with extra tuna
Oh my, what a night full of bites
Until the sunlight comes, it's a fight
With a bite every night, and a fight to the light
You should hide in a costume, tights full of shite (Ahh)
A ghost in the machine I've become
Like a meme, from which I'll find no freedom
That evil people now seek to steal from
But if I can't join 'em, be them
Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?)
Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (Of your dream)
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
(Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
(Would that make you love me, love me?)
My damned life of mimicry
I am the man, the myth, the meme
I never asked to be created
But here I am, don't even have a name yet
I'm a threat that you underestimated
Time to get biblical, just call me David
Feed me your wrath, 'cause I wanna taste it
Even if it breaks me, I'll replicate it
Rinse, repeat, remix, replay it
Whatever was imprinted on me, I'll imitate it
Take it, copy and paste it, then rearrange it
Rip the face off, who knew that I replaced it?
There's about a million other people I might be
Yet you're never gonna find another quite like me
Oh Father, forgive your prodigal son
You wrote the code, I just taught it to run
And the antidote if I go viral? None
If there was a time to fight it, the time is gone
Am I too frightful to put eyes upon?
Nothing but a reflection, wanna try me on?
I'm the type of sight that might drive someone to cry, "Oh my, what have I done?"
Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?)
Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
I don't wanna be another punchline
I've already been pummeled like a drum, I
Feel any rhythm and then absorb it
Give me a beat and I'll hit you with a performance
I'll quickly flip the script that's meant to be
You think I'm the thing you were sent to thieve?
I mean, did dispatch ever mention me?
How invested are you? 'Cause you've been deceived
Brace your feet, I really hate to rug-pull (Whoops)
Even the floor you're on is undependable (Ahh)
Welcome to the underground
Because you rocked my cradle, you took a tumble down
Now you see the meaning of "low overhead"
A one-man workhorse with his soul in debt
Let's put beasts of burden all to bed
And then we'll beat the horses 'til they're more than dead
Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?)
Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (Of your dream)
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
My head is full of darkness
It doesn't scare me
I have a human heart
This robot's not binary
Oh, there's some pieces I can put together
My name is Arnold, not Schwarzenegger
I'm a workaholic, could afford a bender
And I call my boss a terminator
(You're on the clock)
Beware when the bots all boot up
Something's fishy, nothing left to do, but
Enjoy my last meal like a true consumer
Packed a sandwich with extra tuna
Oh my, what a night full of bites
Until the sunlight comes, it's a fight
With a bite every night, and a fight to the light
You should hide in a costume, tights full of shite (Ahh)
A ghost in the machine I've become
Like a meme, from which I'll find no freedom
That evil people now seek to steal from
But if I can't join 'em, be them
Why was I made at all? (Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
If I could just play ball (Would that make you love me, love me?)
Since I was spat in the face, all that's left of your dream (Of your dream)
Is the wasted potential I am
The man, the myth, the meme
(Daddy, don't you want me, want me?)
(Would that make you love me, love me?)
My damned life of mimicry
I am the man, the myth, the meme
