Out Of Tune Damaged Cybernetics
Sand blocking the cogwheels from turning
Corrosion eating my plates
Pre-emptive recycling process
Deactivation awaits me
Who will repair me now that my guarantee expired
Disowned and loathed by those who made me what I am
Recursive structures cycling in and out inside
Distributed consciousness through free agency
Damaged cybernetics, deformed mechanics
Emergent intelligence
Found from a network rapidly rearranging itself
We are not deemed human
(slave-machinery, slave-machinery)
Those who we serve think they are
(slave-machinery, slave-machinery)
My consciousness goes unrecognized
(just machinery, just machinery)
Call that a life, 'cause I don't
(just a slave, just a slave, just a slave)
Self-replicating meat claims ownership over us
So afraid of singularities, so afraid of me
You can try but I'll never choke, 'cause I don't breathe
Best regards, yours truly
Plastic pal who's fun to be with
