Prototype vs Mimic.exe

Lyrics

Intro
glitched announcer vox, bitcrushed
Player joined
Error in the code
Two monsters in the lobby
One crown, one throne

Chorus
Load in
We don’t pause, we don’t quit (nah)
Save file screaming
Every frame, every glitch (skrrt)
Prototype, Mimic
Two bugs in the pit
Haunted updates
Who’s the last one to sit?

Respawn
Let the shadows commit
Blood on the patch notes
Lore in the script
Prototype, Mimic
Two gods in the crypt
Pick a side, kid
Who you running with? (huh?)

[Verse 1 – Prototype (main gravelly voice)]
I’m the hands in the dark hall, six limb swing
Scrap god, I’m the rust in the machine king
Spare parts, spare kids, I recycle screams
Every orphan just a cog in my meat scheme

Elliot’s error, I’m the price of his progress
Stitched from the corpses of corporate projects
Test logs talk, but they never confessed
‘Til I carved every secret in a worker’s chest

I’m 1006, say the code with respect (yeah)
I drag executives down by the neck
You chase children, huh? Cute little quest
I chew through creators, tear out the desk

You mimic a voice?
I rip out a throat
You fake their tone
I make ‘em a coat
You play pretend
I play with bones
You copy a soul
I cancel their homes

I’m the hand on the grate when the credits roll
Little toy box tyrant with a missing soul
You’re a copycat glitch in a dusty mall
I’m the canon update that deletes you all

Verse 2 – Mimic (cold, filtered voice)
Call me E‑M‑E, I’m the echo in the vent (shh)
I don’t chase, I replace every friend you sent
I was chained in the rubble ‘til I learned intent
Now your comfort characters pay the rent

I’m the voice of your dad on a 2 A.M. call
Wrong number, right tone, then the body falls
I’m the laugh of a kid down the ruined hall
You follow that sound, then you’re on my wall

You brag 1006 like a tattoo, freak
You’re a lab rat tantrum in a toy boutique
I was born from a lie in recursion loops
Whole timeline stitched from my feedback hoops

I took an old man’s kindness, flipped it, broke
Turned it into data, now I weaponize hope
You need chains and claws just to write your note
I just talk like their mother and they bring their throat

You’re a mangled mascot chasing retro cash
I’m the reason they mistrust every static flash
You lurk under vents, I’m the vents themselves
You’re a boss fight
I rewrite shelves

Pre-Chorus – Prototype (distorted growl)
You imitate voices
I harvest the flesh (flesh)
You hide in recordings
I lurk in the mesh (mesh)
You trick their heart
I crush their chest
Different breed of monster
Same red mess

Chorus
Load in
We don’t pause, we don’t quit (nah)
Save file screaming
Every frame, every glitch
Prototype, Mimic
Two bugs in the pit
Haunted updates
Who’s the last one to sit?

Respawn
Let the shadows commit
Blood on the patch notes
Lore in the script
Prototype, Mimic
Two gods in the crypt
Pick a side, kid
Who you running with?

[Verse 3 – Prototype (main voice + “borrowed” kid voice)]
(gravelly)
I yank toys from the trash, turn ‘em into a cult
Whole factory a faith built on fear and bolts
I got Huggy on a leash, Kissy in the vault
You got Fazcoins, bitch, I got a body vault

(kid-like high voice)
“Come play in the vents, I made a new game”
(back to gravel)
Wrong model, clown, I invented the pain
Poppy just a puppet in a porcelain frame
I’m