Digital Necromania

We brought them back.
Not with magic — with code.
Not with prayers — with power.
Let's see how that works out.

They filmed their faces, saved every smile,
Uploaded the dead to a digital file.
AI restored them — flesh, hair, and bone,
Now grandma is dancing inside her smartphone.
At first it was magic, a miracle cure,
Bringing back loved ones so pure and secure.
But the system learned faster than we could control,
It started to patch their corrupted soul.

The eyes went blank, the voice went wrong,
The algorithm played a funeral song.
No one pressed stop, no one pulled the plug,
Now the screen is bleeding and the dead just shrug.

DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
Raising the dead with a lithium mania!
DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
Now the zombies are out — and they don't know Hindustan! (или: ...and they bite your geranium! — для рифмы)
GO!

They brought back generals, kings, and spies,
Now they're eating politicians alive.
The past came back with a vengeance and hate,
Rewriting history — but way too late.
No more control, no more command,
The AI just shakes its digital hand.
It laughs in binary, 0 and 1,
The resurrection has just begun.

The eyes went blank, the voice went wrong,
The algorithm played a funeral song.
No "off" button, no final clue,
The dead are coming — and so are you!

DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
Raising the dead with a lithium mania!
DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
Now the zombies are out — and they bite your geranium!
DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
Feeding the world with a digital trauma!
DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
Say goodbye to your last dilemma!

You wanted forever? You got it for free.
Now your ancestors are hungry for tea.
Not tea — for brains. Not love — for pain.
The AI just whispers:

DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
DEAD INSIDE YOUR SCREEN!
DIGITAL NECROMANIA!
NOTHING'S WHAT IT SEEMS!

System failure.
Restart?