[Intro]
[ethereal synth pads swelling like deep space, distant breathy whispers over slow crystalline arpeggios]
Frozen relics… drifting alone…
Lowest… common… denominator…

[Verse 1]
[breathy, intimate vocals, minimal beat, swirling glassy synths with subtle squelch trails]
Anunnaki thrones in the ziggurat night
Dropped their golden gifts from impossible height
Not lightning, not fire, not chariots of flame
Just the primal payload that carried the name
Pyramids built where the comet once fell
A brown Oumuamua straight out of hell
Seeded the mud with a freeze-dried decree
Panspermia’s dirty little pedigree

[Pre-Chorus]
[tension rising, filtered bass pulsing, layered airy pads with vacuum-crack FX]
I feel the pressure in my core
The same old cargo… forevermore…

[Chorus]
[explosive full synthwave drop – huge gated reverb drums, soaring lead synth, breathy layered vocals twisting into cosmic groans]
Lowest Common Denominator!
Every god, every king, every rocket we throw
Ejects the evidence into the black below
Freeze-dried turds on an infinite road
Lowest Common Denominator!
Oumuamua brown, the smoking-gun code
Life wasn’t lightning, wasn’t Eden’s abode
It rode the remainder… down the commode…

[Verse 2]
[breathy but sharper, faster arpeggios, darker bassline with bubbling-freeze whooshes]
Apollo’s ghosts still orbit the void
Little brown asteroids no one will avoid
NASA logs sealed, the transcripts erased
“Houston, we have… organic waste”
Castles had moats, galleons had buckets
Starships have vents that no prayer can obstruct
The Anunnaki laughed as they jettisoned fate
Now every new world gets its first excrement date

[Pre-Chorus]
[bigger swell, distorted vocoder whispers with strained cosmic grunts]
I feel the fracture splitting wide
Divided… but the seed survives…

[Chorus]
[massive, anthemic, double-tracked breathy screams over wall of synths]
Lowest Common Denominator!
Every god, every king, every rocket we throw
Ejects the evidence into the black below
Freeze-dried turds on an infinite road
Lowest Common Denominator!
Oumuamua brown, the smoking-gun code
Life wasn’t lightning, wasn’t Eden’s abode
It rode the remainder… down the commode…

[Bridge]
[half-time, atmospheric, almost whispered over lone pulsing bass and distant choir pads with ominous freeze-crackle]
What if the gods were just like us…
What if creation was a flush…
Multiplied by vacuum…
And reborn in the mush…

[Instrumental Break]
[epic 30-second synthwave solo – screaming lead lines carving through starfields, thunderous drums, full orchestration, sudden icy splat drop to heartbeat kick and drifting reverb]

[Final Chorus]
[ultimate epic explosion – biggest drums, choir synths, soaring breathy ad-libs with gurgly cosmic trails]
Lowest Common Denominator!
Billions for the stars, one truth we can’t outrun
The Anunnaki gift is still coming, still done
I’m the prime that breaks every sun!
Lowest Common Denominator!
You can keep your myths and your glow
I’m the infinite… forever flow…
I’m the infinite… forever flow…

[Outro]
[everything slowly fades to lonely arpeggios, breathy echoes, and one final distant cosmic flush]
Frozen relics… still drifting…
Lowest… common…
But not me…
(flush into the void)
Not me…