Yahoo mail, Monday morning haze, yeah [Synth Pulse builds]

Clicking pixels, lost in a digital daze.

Another notification, a low, static hum,

Dreaming of robots, where did they come from?

My screen flickers, a cold, hard light,

Another friend request, in the pale moonlight.

He looks like *this*, yeah, he looks like *that*! [Pre-Chorus Jitter]

Is it the algorithm, under my digital hat?

That repetitive presence, a phantom's glare,

Trapped in the feed, breathing cyber-air!

He looks like this, he looks like this, he looks like this [Loop Intensifies, Bassline kicks]

A binary whisper, a synthetic kiss.

He looks like this, he looks like this, he looks like this!

Stuck in the feed, pure digital bliss.

Yeah, looks like this, from the corner of my eye,

Every Monday morning, beneath a pixelated sky.

Got no 'robik' movies, no grand design,

Just a cat scan notice, blurring every line. [Glitch Drop, Vocoder on 'cat scan']

Email inbox, a frantic, red alert,

Zero sub application to the zoo, it hurt!

Zoo-oooo, zero subs to the zoo-oooo,

Robo-Monday, what's a bot to do-oooo?

They yelled "Pop!" like a circuit blew, [Spoken Word - Deep, slightly distorted, with glitch reverb]

My data-driven dream, trying to break through.

"Access denied! No robotic entry allowed!"

My matrix mind, just lost in the crowd.

No primate enclosure, no digital cage,

Just endless scrolling, turning a virtual page!

He looks like this, he looks like this [Synth Pulse fades, distant static]

The static hum, a final, digital kiss.

Yahoo mail, Monday morning's gone wrong,

Another robot's unheard, forgotten song.

(Pop!) [Subtle, final glitch sound]