From beneath you it devours

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[Instrumental Intro]
Saz weeps, darbuka trembles; I step to the mic with a scholar’s tear.
I am begging the men of the world to be normal, but tonight I am the storm.

[Instrumental Hook]

[Verse 1]
In the museum’s hush I floated like a lantern, effulgent and severe,
Then a message pierced my silk composure, a Midjourney scientist drawing near.
Fam, this guy literally saw me at a museum, found my profile, and inboxed me…
I clutched my theories like heirlooms and sang my rank with dignity:
He is not my intellectual peer, not my intellectual peer—
Do you hear the chandelier? Not my intellectual peer.

[Pre-Chorus]
Screens erupt like chandeliers shattering clear; echoes drip in velvet sneers.
William weeps in gaslight London, and Cecily’s arrows appear:
You’re nothing to me, William… you’re beneath me.

[Chorus]
This is a public reckoning, thunder in my ear,
I asked for too much, but I’ll declare it without fear:
He is not my intellectual peer—
Not my intellectual peer—
YOU ARE NOT MY INTELLECTUAL PEER!
They twist it on the wind into a taunt so near:
Beneath me… beneath me… beneath me…

[Instrumental Hook]

[Verse 2]
Alley smoke, Sunnydale moon; Death is your art, the vampires leer.
Lesson the first: a Slayer reaches for her weapon—
I’ve already got mine: a doctorate made of spears.
It wouldn’t be you, Spike. It would never be you… You’re beneath me, I hear—
But it’s my voice now, cracked and bright, defending crumbling frontiers.
I asked for too much, I whisper to the mirror, and the mirror chants back: peer… peer… peer…

[Spoken Recitative]
Museum guy becomes a myth; inboxed me becomes a drum.
They brand me snob, they brand me scared, they ask me where I’m from.
I raise my scepter of citations, trembling but austere:
He is not my intellectual peer.

[Chorus]
This is a public reckoning, thunder in my ear,
I asked for too much, but I’ll declare it without fear:
He is not my intellectual peer—
Not my intellectual peer—
YOU ARE NOT MY INTELLECTUAL PEER!
The timeline rings like church bells in my tears:
Beneath me… beneath me… beneath me…

[Instrumental Hook]

[Bridge (key change, strings sob)]
The spark, your soul—do you hear it in the wire?
Effulgent, effulgent, my doubt is set on fire.
I raise my line like stained glass held to searing light;
Can we rest now, Buffy? No—sing through the night.
I asked for too much, the chorus mocks my fear,
But I’ll keep carving borders in the sky so clear:
He is not my intellectual peer.

[Instrumental Hook]

[Final Chorus (melodrama unleashed)]
This is a public reckoning, write it on the air,
I am begging the men of the world to be normal—do they dare?
He is not my intellectual peer—
Not my intellectual peer—
YOU ARE NOT MY INTELLECTUAL PEER!
The Bronze goes silent, and even critics hear
My chandelier of pride fall, crystal spears:
Beneath me… beneath me… beneath me…

[Instrumental Hook]

[Outro]
The crowd fades; the circuit hums; the night devours
What I tried to place above my trembling towers.

[Whispering]
From beneath you, it devours.

[Lower and Slower Chorus]
This is a public reckoning, thunder in my ear,
I asked for too much, but I’ll declare it without fear:
He is not my intellectual peer—
Not my intellectual peer—
YOU ARE NOT MY INTELLECTUAL PEER!
They twist it on the wind into a taunt so near:
Beneath me… beneath me… beneath me…

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