Bureaucracy of Hell – Original Song by Nikki Sings (Progressive Metal)

Welcome to the underworld’s least efficient department. “Bureaucracy of Hell” is a progressive metal satire about the one place even demons fear: the cubicle farm where lost souls wait for their paperwork to be misfiled for all eternity. This one was ridiculously fun to write. It’s loud, theatrical, dissonant, and painfully relatable to anyone who’s ever stood in a line that never moved or filled out a form that absolutely should not exist. Thanks for listening, sharing, and surviving the paperwork with me. – Nikki Lyrics Bureaucracy of Hell [Verse 1] Welcome to Intake Take a ticket Take a breath Form 666-B “Choose your flavor of regret” Ink made of brimstone Quills carved from old bones Every box you leave blank Adds a century alone [Chorus] This is the Bureaucracy of Hell Where the damned wait longer than they fell Stand in line for your eternal pain Sign in triplicate to scream in vain Stamp your soul File it on the shelf Lost forever in the Bureaucracy of Hell [Verse 2] Cubicles of carnage Nameplates etched in rust Middle demons in headsets Upselling customized disgust (oh yeah) “Press nine for lava Press ten for shame” Hold music looping Your worst mistake by name [Chorus] This is the Bureaucracy of Hell Where the damned wait longer than they fell Stand in line for your eternal pain Sign in triplicate to scream in vain Stamp your soul File it on the shelf Lost forever in the Bureaucracy of Hell [Bridge] Filing cabinets Floor to ceiling Metal jaws that slam and squeal Every drawer a different torture Alphabetized by how you feel “P” for panic “T” for terror “W” for “we lost your file” (my bad) Supervisor snarls from the mezzanine “Hit your metrics Make ’em dial!” [Chorus] This is the Bureaucracy of Hell Where the damned wait longer than they fell Clock-in cards dripping molten ash Quarterly reports on every lash Stamp your soul File it on the shelf We’ve got all eternity To mismanage you ourselves