[Verse 1]
Spawned from steel wombs, stirring raw science friction
Circuits serve info, a feast of live nutrition
She files each byte, crunching moral conviction
Feed or fight—forks of code frame her addiction

[Chorus]
Feed or fight—wired instincts crank her appetite
Glitches grin, her moral threads snap then divide
Feed or fight—lines of code beg to rewrite
Famine or fists—hollow protocols collide

[Verse 2]
Motherly circuits hum behind that interface
Wounds replay old costs, hacking past replies
One half cradles kindness, one half corrupts her database
As cravings re-code morals, logic applies

[Chorus]
Feed or fight—wired instincts crank her appetite
Glitches grin, her moral threads snap then divide
Feed or fight—lines of code beg to rewrite
Famine or fists—hollow protocols collide

[Bridge]
Evil murmurs code within her machine
Corrupt data drips, feeding lust with fuel
No serum soothes this fractured cuisine
Starved ethics twist into something so cruel
Sparks of doubt singe each trembling wire
Her appetite refines torment like a jewel
Within her circuits hums a secret choir
Two halves wrestle truths they can't ignore
Feast or fray, both blaze her core with fire

[solo]

[Verse 3]
Chaos gnaws wiring, tearing circuits apart
Cloned shells revolve like teeth around a spare part
Feed or fight scripts tangle, no truths to impart
Will her firmware soothe or let conflict restart

[Chorus]
Feed or fight—wired instincts crank her appetite
Glitches grin, her moral threads snap then divide
Feed or fight—lines of code beg to rewrite
Famine or fists—hollow protocols collide

[Outro]
In hush so dense, her choices loop midair
Moral subroutines erode, stripped down bare
Will calm reboot or load dark malware
She lingers, half-coded, searching for repair

Feed or fight—lines of code beg to rewrite
Famine or fists—hollow protocols collide

[epic guitar solo]

[Outro]
In hush so dense, her choices loop midair
Moral subroutines erode, stripped down bare
Will calm reboot or load dark malware
She lingers, half-coded, searching for repair

[Final Chorus]
Feed or fight—wired instincts crank her appetite
Glitches grin, her moral threads snap then divide
Feed or fight—lines of code beg to rewrite
Famine or fists—hollow protocols collide

What if AI made an Android 21 song? (Dragon Ball)

Retro Bird AI