Ambitious Ignorants
Beasts Behind the Desk
A satirical metal album about bureaucracy, political backstabbing, collapsing process, and the surreal violence of modern work culture. The riffs do not soften the point. They sharpen it.
Album
Satirical metal
Workplace monsters
ArtistAmbitious Ignorants
TargetCorporate absurdity
EnergyRaw and anthemic
Satire with enough volume to leave marks
Snarling guitars, pounding drums, and workplace contempt pushed all the way into myth.
Album story
An office nightmare deserves a metal record.
Beasts Behind the Desk is the debut album of Ambitious Ignorants, a satirical metal exploration of the monsters bred by modern work culture.
The release opens with The Kraken, a roaring allegory for overwhelming projects that devour teams whole. Daggers and Smiles cuts into office politics, Train Wrecks turns broken process into disaster, and Permit A38 drags bureaucracy into full absurdist nightmare. Empty Halls and The Silos widen the target to hybrid work and institutional isolation before the title track closes like a blunt slogan screamed back at the whole system.
Artificial intelligence helped shape lyrics, prompts, and sound concepts, but the emotional core is recognizably human: frustration, defiance, and the need to turn fluorescent misery into noise loud enough to feel cathartic.
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Lyrics
1. The Kraken
In the black of the ocean, where the daylight dies, Something stirs in the silence, with a thousand eyes. Legends whisper of thunder, rising from the deep, A shadow waiting in darkness, where the secrets sleep. The Kraken! - calling from below, Pulling down the iron and the oak. The Kraken! - hear the sailors scream, Crushed beneath the weight of broken dreams. Masts are snapping like matches, in a storm of rage, Ropes are twisted and strangled in a watery cage. No prayers will reach the heavens when the beast takes hold, The sea runs cold with terror, and the tale is told. The Kraken! - rising from the wave, Dragging every soul into the grave. The Kraken! - storming through the night, Feeding on the fear, the final fight. You can't run, you can't hide, When the ocean turns the tide. Feel the pull, the endless fall, The Kraken comes to take us all! The Kraken! - tearing through the sea, Drowning every man in mystery. The Kraken! - hear the final cry, A monster born to never die. In the deep it waits again, Silent hunter of drowned men. The Kraken... The Kraken... Will rise... again. (C) Guy LaRochelle
2. Daggers and Smiles
Shake my hand with a dagger behind Praise my work while you're stealing my lines Polished shoes and a venomous grin Politics plays but no one will win Golden masks silver tongues Every favor weighs a ton Empty nods hollow praise Welcome to the office maze Daggers and smiles that's the game we play Kiss the ring and then betray Daggers and smiles poison in disguise Truth is dead and ambition lies Clap so loud for the boss in the room Sell your soul for a chance to consume "I hear you speak" but I don't really care Just wait your turn I'll take your chair Shadow deals whispered trades Every step another blade Loyal hearts don't survive Only liars stay alive Daggers and smiles that's the game we play Kiss the ring and then betray Daggers and smiles poison in disguise Truth is dead and ambition lies Backstab! Handshake! Deal made! All fake! Daggers and smiles that's the game we play Kiss the ring and then betray Daggers and smiles poison in disguise Truth is dead and ambition lies So raise a toast to the boss tonight We'll stab again by morning light (C) Guy LaRochelle
3. Empty Halls
The chairs still echo voices long gone, Screens glow like ghosts in the quiet dawn. Corridors hum with a hollow refrain, Half in the silence, half on a train. We reach through wires, shadows on a wall, Windows of faces, yet no touch at all. Once we were gathered, flesh, heart, and hand, Now we drift scattered like dunes in the sand. Alone in these empty halls, I hear the distance call. The world we knew has slipped away, No road can lead us back the same. Coffee grows cold in a paper cup, The laughter we lost, can it rise back up- Hybrid horizons blur night into day, The rhythm is broken, yet we stay. Alone in these empty halls, I hear the distance call. The world we knew has slipped away, No road can lead us back the same. The past is a photograph fading in light, The present a puzzle that won't fit right. We search for the pieces we'll never restore, The doors are still open... but not like before. Alone in these empty halls, I hear the distance call. The ties that bound are frayed and thin, And I can't find the way back in. The screens go dark, the echoes fade, I walk these halls of glass and shade. The future waits, a stranger's hand... In the silence, I try to stand. (C) Guy LaRochelle
4. Permit A38
Endless halls with numbered doors Paper mountains, tiled floors Voices echo, clerks all sneer Fill this out, and wait right here Round and round, a cursed parade Sanity begins to fade One more stamp, another line Freedom lost in forms to sign Permit A thirty eight, The curse of the damned Trapped in a system no one understands Permit A thirty eight, The law of the maze Forever condemned in the paper cage Rules on rules, a spiral dance Every answer, no advance Windows slam, the counters laugh Drowning in the paragraph Labyrinth of ink and rage Prisoners of the endless page Voices rising, tempers snap Caught inside the paper trap Permit A thirty eight, The curse of the damned Trapped in a system no one understands Permit A thirty eight, The law of the maze Forever condemned in the paper cage Counter to counter, stair to stair No way out, you're already there The walls are laughing, the ink runs red The place that sends you mad instead Permit A thirty eight, The curse of the damned Trapped in a system no one understands Permit A thirty eight, The law of the maze Forever condemned in the paper cage The stamp comes down, your fate is sealed A thirty eight, the final deal The place that sends you mad inside No escape, nowhere to hide (C) Guy LaRochelle
5. The Silos
Stone walls rise where bridges fell Each keeps their secrets none can tell Voices locked in narrow halls No one listens no one calls Echoes lost in empty rooms Ideas buried sealed like tombs Hands that never reach across Every gain becomes a loss The silos rise dividing sky Steel and glass where echoes die Each alone we guard our flame But apart we're never the same Towers stand in shadows tall Dividing hearts dividing all Signals fade in fractured streams Shattered trust and broken dreams Every wall becomes a chain Every silence feeds the pain We once were strong we once were one Now the unity is gone The silos rise dividing sky Steel and glass where echoes die Each alone we guard our flame But apart we're never the same No doors no keys no sound Just walls that keep us bound No voice no choice no light Just shadows in the fight The silos rise dividing sky Steel and glass where echoes die Each alone we guard our flame But apart we're never the same And the towers rise... Into the skies... But nothing grows... Inside the silos (C) Guy LaRochelle
6. Train Wrecks
Engines roar on twisted rails Every plan is set to fail Timetables burn the clocks defy Schedules crash as sparks collide Painted charts a comfort veil But the steel will break the wheels derail Train wrecks are safe or so they say Guided by rails that lead astray Train wrecks are safe but nothing survives We measure the ruins to prove we're alive Complicated maps of smoke Process drowns the words we spoke Every sprint becomes a crawl Framework towers bound to fall Stand in line obey the call The tracks are broken most of all Train wrecks are safe or so they say Guided by rails that lead astray Train wrecks are safe but nothing survives We measure the ruins to prove we're alive False horizons painted bright Meeting after endless night Silver slogans hide the cracks Still the engine won't come back Train wrecks are safe or so they say Guided by rails that lead astray Train wrecks are safe but nothing survives We measure the ruins to prove we're alive Ashes scatter on the track No return no turning back And still we ride... The train wrecks are safe (C) Guy LaRochelle
7. Beasts Behind the Desk
We are beasts Behind the desk We are beasts Behind the desk Behind the desk Behind the desk Behind the desk We are beasts Behind the desk (C) Guy LaRochelle