Hey Night City…
You ever work under someone so perfect, they couldn’t possibly be wrong?
You miss a deadline — your fault.
You burn out — your fault.
Your family suffers, your hands shake, your body gives out — and still, your fault.
Meanwhile, your boss?
Polished. Pristine. Untouchable.
A man of vision, they say.
But behind the smile?
Just another bootlick in a thousand-credit suit, praying to the altar of quarterly margins and offshore blessings.
Once upon a time, maybe he was like you — tired, real, alive.
But now?
He doesn’t blink when you break. He only checks the data.
And if you ever thought he might stand up for you — think again.
He’s infallible.
That’s not a compliment.
That’s a corporate virus with a nametag.
So this one goes out to every overworked code-slinger, every silenced voice, every one-man army that got thrown out with the coffee filters.
Samurai. Infallible.
Turn it up.
Burn it down.
Make the god bleed
“Your Failure, My Throne”
Samurai — “Infallible”
[Verse 1]
He walks like truth, he talks like God,
He shakes your hand, then fires the squad.
A father figure? Fuck that lie —
He won’t even blink when your loved ones die.
You bleed for him, no cheers, no thanks,
He counts your soul in corporate ranks.
Your kid is born? He looks away —
There's spreadsheets due, no time today.
[Chorus]
Infallible — it’s always you.
No matter what, the blame sticks true.
He bathes in power, sells you pain,
You burn in silence while he gains.
Infallible — the sainted fake,
With poisoned smile and handshake snake.
You call it justice? It’s a mask.
He’s just another corporate ass.
[Verse 2]
Once an engineer with pride and code,
Now just a mouthpiece in clean clothes.
Bent the knee, sold his soul,
Licked his way up the payroll pole.
Double standards? Hell, he is them.
Truth is dead inside his system.
He’s righteous only when you’re weak,
Your voice is noise — he won’t let you speak.
[Bridge]
“You’re the problem,” he says,
While kissing the ring.
He calls it order.
I call it rotting king.
A human suit with empty core,
He answers to a megacorp whore.
[Chorus]
Infallible — worshipped pride,
Built on fear and suicide.
He won't bleed, won't take a fall,
He’ll watch you burn, then blame it all.
Infallible — hollow crown,
Wears your silence like a gown.
Knees to chest, lips zipped tight,
He’s not your boss — he’s megabyte.
[Verse 3]
And if you crack, if you collapse,
He’ll mark it “weakness” in his apps.
No empathy, no sense of shame —
You’re one more error in his game.
The higher up, the less he sees,
Just graphs and cost-cut strategies.
But one day soon, the masks will drop —
And every cog will make him stop.
[Final Chorus]
Infallible — dead inside.
Hides behind the world’s facade.
His gospel: “Shut up, take the blame.”
His altar: money, shame, and flame.
Infallible — well-trained clown,
Kneels to kings, keeps others down.
He’s not the boss, not even man —
He’s just a slave in master’s brand.
[Outro]
He never failed…
Because you always did.
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