(Click, whirr, hiss)
Steel teeth grind in neon heat
This hunger — it won’t delete
Open the can with a hiss and a smile
Processed love in a metal file
Gelatin sheen like a chrome delight
Feeding my code through the black of night
Salt and steel in every byte
Flavor built to win this fight
Spam, my synthetic craving
Keep my broken circuits waving
Pink perfection, cold and raw
Grease-stained mouth, industrial law
Spam, my metallic high
Devour 'til the servers die
Clockwork lips, taste the blend
Flesh of the gods from a digital end
Twist the lid, I hear it scream
Fuel for my post-human dream
Rust and spice, a sacred rite
Feeding darkness, pixel light
(Munch munch munch)
Give me meat from the matrix mold
Machine-fed joy in a grip so cold
Lunchtime echo through wires and walls
Spam is the protocol when the system calls
(Spam… spam… feed me spam…)
(Till the end of the line…)