Mark Zuckerberg, King of the Nightmare Realm Lyrics

Ominous figure ascending high.
Towering over this land, puny mortals will be crushed on command. Obscene power shall corrupt their lives.
Oppressing these weak mindless drones.
Forever they’ll be enslaved by their own phones.

Portal opens, terror reigns.
Endless shrieking heard throughout this plain.
Pitch black spires, rising up high.
Your soul sold and in this place you shall die.

Here in this world he is crowned nightmare king.
On a throne of your data, he sits.
Ruling this realm with a digital fist.

A dark swirling vortex devours the sky.
Rotten crows peck at your head.
Hallucinations; melted faces in a book of the dead.
The floor below crumbles beneath your feet.
Narcissism is corrupting your mind, reality blurring – you’re becoming blind.

Re-awaken, hospital bed.
Figures from your past looming over your head.
Strapped in place, restraints are so tight.
Your life signed away for this miserable plight.

Here in this world he is crowned nightmare king.
On a throne of your data, he sits.
Ruling this realm with a digital fist.
His mind is consumed by complete lunacy.
Heinous laughter filling the air.
His madness unending, no one could prepare… No one will be spared.

The worst thing about this nightmare is the fact that you’re not even dreaming.
The worst thing about this nightmare is the fact that you’re not even dreaming.

Here in this world he is crowned nightmare king.
On a throne of your data, he sits.
Ruling this realm with a digital fist.
Your friends, new and old.
Your acquaintances and your foes.
All connected in one dreadful place.
Eternal damnation; all of time to waste.

All of time to waste.