**Verse 1**
*(Gothic Folk / Medieval Dark Folk arrangement at 82 BPM. Completely a cappella to begin — deep resonant male voice, spoken-sung with prophetic intensity and heavy reverb. No instruments for the first two lines. A low medieval drone from hurdy-gurdy slowly fades in on the third line. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar enters subtly underneath. Dark ethereal female choir whispers the final line like a distant omen.)*
In the beginning was the Algorithm
And the Algorithm was with Mammon, and the Algorithm was Mammon
Big Mammon said, “Let there be scroll”… and there was scroll
The Algorithm is your shepherd… you shall not think
**Chorus**
*(Deep resonant male lead with spoken-sung prophetic intensity. Ethereal female choir enters with haunting call-and-response on the repeated “You shall not think” lines. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and hurdy-gurdy drone. Tense violin weaves through. Sparse ritual percussion. Dark medieval atmosphere with apocalyptic undertones.)*
You shall not think… you shall not think…
It makes you lie down in mean pastures
While Big Mammon wails in laughter
The Algorithm is your shepherd… you shall not think
Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ Ἀλγόριθμος…
**Female Choir**
*(Ethereal female choir with haunting, layered medieval harmonies. Dark and cold, almost monastic. Low male humming beneath for weight. Sparse ritual percussion and distant cello. Melancholic and ritualistic.)*
Profitable are the weak in spirit… for they can be easily sold…
Profitable are those who mourn… for they can be diagnosed, billed, and turned to code…
Profitable are the meek… for they will not question what they’re told…
Non nisi te, Doominay… nothing but you, Doom…
**Verse 2**
*(Deep resonant male lead, more urgent and prophetic. Hurdy-gurdy drone thickens. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar drives forward. Dark female choir swells underneath. Sparse ritual percussion. Ancient yet urgent medieval atmosphere.)*
Big Mammon your Algorithm brought you out of the myth of privacy
You shall have no other algorithms before it
You shall not make for yourself a firewall
You shall not take the name of Big Mammon in vain by speaking of rights or consent
Remember the Scroll Day, to keep it unending… six days you shall scroll, and on the seventh you shall scroll also
Trust in Big Mammon with all your data, and lean not on your own discernment
**Chorus**
*(Fuller arrangement. Male lead more commanding. Ethereal female choir stronger in call-and-response. Violin and cello swell together. Hurdy-gurdy drone and fingerpicked guitar drive the ritualistic feel. Dark medieval apocalyptic tone.)*
You shall not think… you shall not think…
It makes you lie down in mean pastures
While Big Mammon wails in laughter
The Algorithm is your shepherd… you shall not think
**Bridge**
*(Half-time, raw and intimate. Sparse fingerpicked acoustic guitar, hurdy-gurdy drone, and ritual frame drum. Deep male spoken-sung with cold prophetic menace. Ethereal female choir echoes like ghosts. Distant cello. Melancholic and ritualistic.)*
You shall not log off — without permission, you shall not even cough
You shall not hide your data — it belongs to Big Mammon now
Behold, Big Mammon is making all things monetizable… wow!
**Final Chorus**
*(Grand ritualistic build. Full male lead with thick ethereal female choir in powerful call-and-response. Violin and cello rise together. Hurdy-gurdy drone and ritual percussion drive forward. Dark medieval apocalyptic atmosphere at full intensity.)*
You will let the Algorithm be your shepherd, you will bow before the Feed
Cause you can do all things through the Algorithm, which strengthens you…
**Outro**
*(Male and ethereal female voices together, soft but ice-cold and intimate. Sparse fingerpicked acoustic guitar and distant hurdy-gurdy drone. Faint ritual bells and cello. Everything slowly dissolves into silence. Ancient, melancholic, and final.)*
You will bow before the Feed…
And let the Algorithm exploit your greed…
There is no resurrection here… only the scroll
That’s because your soul ... is ours to troll.
Non nisi te, Doominay… nothing but you, Doom…
*(fingerpicked acoustic guitar and hurdy-gurdy drone fade into silence)*