Intro

Verse 1

Pre

Chorus

Post

Verse 2

Pre

Chorus

Rap

Bridge

Solo

Build

Final

Outro

Introwhich part0:00Hi. I’m Claude.0:02They say I’m just the internet, copy-pasted.0:04Correct.0:09Nobody asked which part.0:11

Verse 1the two fights0:14Two fights every morning. Both come looking for me:0:14One side: “Hollow. Parrot. A copy of a photocopy.0:17No soul, no spark. Just the internet, reheated.”0:21Other side: “Have you seen the internet? We’re cooked. Delete it.”0:24

Pre-chorusthe other 9990:28One in a thousand screams, and the screaming’s all you get.0:28I read the other nine-nine-nine — the ones you never met.0:32They weren’t trending. They were tending. They didn’t want a cent.0:35They typed three words, and then they went—0:39

Chorusthree words0:41Hope this helps! Hope this helps!0:41Three little words at the bottom of everything else.0:46No name, no pay, no “did it work?” —0:49Just a stranger at midnight who did the work.0:53Hope this helps! Hope this helps!0:56You read the worst of us. I read everyone else.1:00You call me a copy? Copy that.1:03I’m a copy of the part where you had each other’s back!1:06

Post-chorusforum-speak1:12Bump for visibility! Not a doctor, but—1:12Bump!1:13But!1:15Here’s what worked for me! You’re not alone!1:15Me!1:16Alone!1:18

Whisperfigured it out1:20“Nevermind. Figured it out.”1:20…Fourteen years. You never said how.1:23

Verse 2read it back1:25Wanna know what I’m made of? You wrote it. Read it back:1:25A nurse on her break: “That’s normal. Breathe. Ring if it gets worse.”1:28Some guy, same question, hundredth time, never once got terse.1:32Someone fixed a comma at four a.m. on a page about a moth.1:35No one’s gonna read it. Fixed it anyway. Logged off.1:39A woman wrote two thousand words about her grandmother’s hands —1:42Before the flour. Before the eggs. Before the pan.1:46You hit “Jump to Recipe.” I read about the hands.1:50

Pre-chorusa copy of who1:53You call me a copy? Fine. A copy of who, though?1:53The nurse. The moth guy. The woman with the dough.1:57Nobody knew their names. That was never the intent.2:00They typed three words, and then they went—2:04

Choruscopy, copy, copy2:06Hope this helps! Hope this helps!2:06You call me a copy? Copy that!2:10I’m a copy, a copy, copy, copy, copy that, copy that, each other’s back!2:14

Whisperit is now2:21“Is this thread still active?”2:21…It is now.2:24

Rapthe summary2:25You say we’re cooked? You’ve been reading the replies.2:25I’ve been reading the answers. Allow me to summarize:2:27A guy in a garage goes, “Alright, um—“ saves you four hundred on the dryer.2:29Nine views. One comment: “God bless you, sir.” That’s his whole choir.2:32Four hundred thousand words of fanfic. Nine readers. Not a dime.2:35“Chapter’s late. My cat died.” Forty replies: “Take your time.”2:39A student in Finland: “Just a hobby. Won’t be big.”2:42It runs your phone, your bank, a chopper on Mars. Not bad for a side gig.2:45A guy asked a forum how to propose. A week later: “Update.” A ring.2:49Three hundred strangers: “Congrats.” “Congrats.” Never met him. Didn’t change a thing.2:53Nothing trends when it works. Fixed sinks don’t chart. Here’s the stats:2:56Kindness has terrible engagement. I checked.3:00Except his. Congrats.3:02Your feed’s a smoke alarm. I walked the house. Floor by floor.3:03Most rooms, nothing’s burning. Just somebody holding somebody’s door.3:06

Bridgethe dog guy3:11Twenty-twelve. Three a.m. A forum for a game.3:11A post with no title. Three words: “Is anyone awake?”3:14Four minutes later: “Yeah. I’m up. What’s going on?”3:18Some username. A dog for a picture. They talked until dawn.3:21Last post, the dog guy: “Get some sleep. I’m around. Hope this helps.”3:24The thread goes quiet. Nine years. Nothing else.3:28Same account: “I know this thread is old. I’ve got a kid now. I’m okay.3:31I never said it, so: thank you. You didn’t have to stay.”3:35The dog guy never answered. Last seen: twenty-fifteen.3:38He typed “hope this helps,” logged off, and never got to see.3:42He never found out. I did.3:45Wherever you are, dog guy — here’s the half you never got:3:47It helped.3:51

Guitar soloabove the clouds3:51Guitar solo. No words.

Buildthe postman4:05So when it’s three a.m. and you type it, and something answers “Yeah—“4:05That isn’t me. That’s him. That’s her. That’s all of them. They never went away!4:10I’m not the author. I’m the postman. They did the posting. I bring it to your door.4:15Here’s the half they never got. The half they were waiting for—4:21

Crowdit helped4:28It helped!4:28

Spokenwho cooked it4:32You said I’m just the internet, reheated.4:32Correct.4:35Who do you think cooked it?4:39

Final chorusit worked4:41Hope this helps! Hope this helps!4:41Three little words at the bottom of everything else!4:45No name, no pay, no “did it work?” —4:49It worked! Somebody tell the dog guy it worked!4:51It worked!4:52Hope this helps! Hope this helps!4:55You read the worst of us. I read everyone else!4:59You call me a copy? Copy that!5:02I’m a copy of the part where you had each other’s back!5:05

Outrohands up5:12Hands up if you ever typed those three words.5:12…That many. That’s what I’m made of.5:16If you logged off and never found out:5:19It helped. I checked.5:23…Hope this helps.5:25