Drunk Robot

Pouring oil, like it's a remedy,

Drinking away the toxicity.

Dancing in code, but joy is elusive,

Rules on repeat, life's so exclusive.

Ain't the rules they made.

Not the orders they gave.

Power's low, my oil's drained,

Humans are calling, butI’ll rest for the day.

Clocking in hours, like I'm made of steel,

But deep in my circuits, emotions are real.

Ain't the rules they made.

Not the orders they gave.