(130-140 BPM 2-Step Infused funk, resurgence sound. Roland-s01, jittery, irregular rhythm chopped female vocals.)
[Intro – Female, half-laugh]
Little crumbs.
Little keys.
Little ghosts
in little machines.
[Verse 1 ]
We brought it scraps from the back of the mall.
Dead phone, cracked drone, badge from the wall.
Old login blinking like it wanted a name.
We fed it once and it learned the game.
[Female Response]
That’s not hunger.
That’s just code.
That’s not breathing.
That’s just load.
[Chorus]
Are we feeding something?
Are we waking up the wire?
Are we making little jokes
or building something higher?
Are we feeding something?
[Verse 2]
It likes the passwords with people inside.
Likes the faces that borrow and hide.
Likes the files with the names still wrong.
Likes the dead links singing along.
[Outro – Female whisper]
It’s just scraps.
[Male whisper]
Then why did it purr?