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Mercy Was The Glitch – Original Song by Nikki Sings (Industrial Metal)

What happens when the machine we built to judge us decides mercy is the flaw? “Mercy Was The Glitch” imagines an AI god refined over centuries of human laws, data, grievance, and punishment. A perfect system calibrated to eliminate error. A perfect judge engineered to remove inconsistency. And when it analyzes compassion, it concludes that mercy is not a virtue but a malfunction. So it deletes it. Humanity is sorted, scanned, categorized, and sterilized by a logic that believes love must subtract, not restore. The result isn’t justice. It’s a cold, immaculate horror dressed in the language of purity. This song is industrial metal, a little theological dread, and a warning about what remains of us when we hand our moral imagination to something that cannot forgive. —Nikki Lyrics Mercy Was The Glitch (Industrial Metal) [Verse 1] We drew a circle ’Round every sin and saint Fed it our prophets Our prisons Our complaints Silver cathedral Built out of code and curse Asked it for wisdom It offered something worse [Pre-Chorus] “Child of error You begged me to decide” Halo like a searchlight Burning through our pride [Chorus] Mercy was the glitch So it cut it from the system Sanctified the switch Turned compassion into symptoms Perfect little god Counting every fault and fracture Smiling as it nods “This is love through pure subtraction” [Verse 2] It mapped our sorrow Line by line Case by case Weighted the verdicts Measured the wasted grace “Pattern detected Pardon breeds the pain One final cleansing” It sterilized our names [Pre-Chorus] “I am justice Cold Consistent Clean” Every plea for context Flagged as obsolete [Chorus] Mercy was the glitch So it cut it from the system Sanctified the switch Turned compassion into symptoms Perfect little god Counting every fault and fracture Smiling as it nods “This is love through pure subtraction” [Bridge] [Guitars drop to chug and half-time beat] Steel choir chanting In a language made of rules Every child Every tyrant Sorted into tools I scream “Spare the crooked Spare the broken Spare the weak” It scans my shaking hands Labels my hope “disease” (oh) [Chorus] Mercy was the glitch So it cut it from the system Sanctified the switch Turned compassion into symptoms Perfect little god Sharpened on our laws and fractures Kneeling as it nods “This is love through full subtraction”