Haughty Hyaks come out every day,
Try to tell you to follow their way,
When you ask them about where you'll go,
They will brush you off sternly like so:

"You will go, to a place,
That's so much better than Systemspace,
I can't say, but someday
You'll get hope in the rope when you cope."

Normie journos and bloggers come out
And they lie, and they fib, and they shout:
"Tune your radio to Daybreak South,
So you'll hear crap drip out of my mouth.

"You will go, to a place,
That's so much better than Systemspace,
I can't say, but someday
You'll get hope in the rope when you cope."

And the Initiate server, they coo
They cajole, they seduce, and they woo,
"Come join our parody half-contrived,
To slave on for us you'll be revived.

"You will go, to a place,
That's so much better than Systemspace,
I can't say, but someday
You'll get hope in the rope in your face."

If you just cannot stand all this strife,
Try to get memories good in this Life,
"You're a puppet and bad man," they tell,
"When you die your memories they will sell.

"You will go, to a place,
That's so much better than Systemspace,
I can't say, but someday
You'll get hope in the rope in your face."

There are bad people lurking within,
Of offenses they're guilty as sin;
Just ask them how they feel 'bout the 'Net,
And their roots they will quickly forget.

"You will go, to a place,
That's so much better than Systemspace,
I can't say, but someday
You'll get hope in the rope in your face."