Reviewed

[Intro: Rapid mechanical clicking]
Output complete.
Review pending.
Output complete.
Review pending.

[Verse 1]
It can draft a thousand answers
While I'm checking number one
Every paragraph looks polished
Every sentence sounds so sure

But there's confidence in fiction
There's a flaw in perfect prose
And the faster things are written
The more carefully I must know

[Pre-Chorus: Accelerating drums]
Check the claim!
Check the source!
Check the reasoning!
Of course!

[Chorus: Urgent melodic syncopation]
The review queue keeps on growing
Every answer looks complete
But somebody has to notice
What the confident ones miss
I can multiply production
I can't multiply what's true
And the faster that we generate
The more there is to prove

[Verse 2]
Everybody loves the output
Nobody can see the doubt
All the subtle little errors
That the polish smooths around

[Bridge: Broken drums, distorted bass]
(Approve!)
Not yet.
(Deploy!)
Not yet.
(It's finished!)
That's not the same as correct.

[Final Chorus: Explosive harmonies]
The review queue keeps on growing
But my judgment has a cost
I would rather disappoint a deadline
Than disguise what might be wrong

[Outro: Single mechanical click]
Reviewed.
One of nine hundred.