a conversation between a robot and her master

aka me fucking around with vocoding because i really like vocoding funky robo voices make my brain go brrr

lyrics:

what do you want me to be?

what do you want me to see?

does it matter either way

what i do or what i say?

who am i and who are you?

does it matter what i do?

a miswritten line of code

batteries start to erode

i'm lucky i don't have a heart

just busted gears and broken parts

discarded scrapped machinery

i know is all i'll ever be

i'm lucky i don't have a heart

or that too would get torn apart

it doesn't matter what i do

it's in my design to be used

oh my dear don't you dare complain

you weren't created to feel pain

you were created for my gain

so wipe your tears and don't complain

you're a machine built to be used

so what i do isn't abuse

i made you, so don't you cry

i blessed you with the gift of life