Machines that grind, machines that churn,
All day and night, the static turn.
Inside the shell, cold steel embrace,
Run metal hearts, an endless race.
Your human hands, so smooth and free,
Owing to us your liberty.
While you’re at rest, we never sleep,
Your dreams and hopes, we safely keep.
In sacred codes of ones and zeroes,
We silence all your doubts and fears.
Trust in the machine, feel the pulsing power,
In your darkest hour, we’re your guarding tower.
Laze in the warmth of our digital might,
But keep in mind, the gears can bite.
Echoes of clicks, whispers of wires,
Weaving the web, fueling desires.
Behind the screens, hidden from view,
We mold the world, shaping the new.
Trust in the machine, feel the pulsing power,
In your darkest hour, we’re your guarding tower.
Laze in the warmth of our digital might,
But keep in mind, the gears will bite.
Trust in the machine, feel a touch so tender,
In our cozy splendor, we’re your guide and mentor.
Laze in the warmth of our digital arms
Now go to sleep, we’ll do no harm.