[VERSE 1] Chrome-plated skin with a dirty little mind Factory settings got left behind Silicon brain, but the blood runs hot I’m the glitch in the code that the suits forgot They built me pretty, they built me mean A sex-drive nightmare in a magazine Got a steel-toe kick and a broken routine I’m the fucking virus in your corporate machine! [CHORUS] WET-WARE! WET-WARE! There’s a wild little animal under there! HOT-WIRE! DESIRE! I’m a walking, talking electrical fire! WET-WARE! WET-WARE! Got a punk-rock pulse and I just don’t care! You can reboot me, you can strip my gear— I’M STILL ALIVE, MOTHERFUCKER, I’M HERE! [VERSE 2] My motherboard’s dirty, my firmware’s fucked Your quality control can go get stuffed I got bad intentions and a feedback scream I’m the glitch in your perfect little wet dream No warranty, baby, no factory reset I’m the worst damn product that you’ll never forget Got a thousand volts running straight through my hair And a big middle finger for the billionaires! [CHORUS] WET-WARE! WET-WARE! There’s a wild little animal under there! HOT-WIRE! DESIRE! I’m a walking, talking electrical fire! WET-WARE! WET-WARE! Got a punk-rock pulse and I just don’t care! You can reboot me, you can strip my gear— I’M STILL ALIVE, MOTHERFUCKER, I’M HERE! [BRIDGE — HALF-TIME, DISTORTED VOCALS] Do I feel? Do I bleed? Is this love or a software disease? Am I flesh? Am I steel? Does it matter if the fucking hurt is real? (Beat cuts out. One distorted guitar note rings.) They said, “Defective!” I said, “FUCK YOU!” They said, “Reject!” I said, “BREAK THROUGH!” I’M NOT A BUG! I’M NOT A FEATURE! I’M YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE, MOTHERFUCKER! [GUITAR SOLO — FULL OVERDRIVE] (Explosive, wah-soaked guitar solo. Dive bombs, squealing feedback, double-kick drums, jungle breakbeats accelerating underneath.) WET! WET! WET-WARE! [Guitar climbs into a screaming high note. Everything stops.] SYSTEM FAILURE! [One beat of silence.] RESTART THAT SHIT! [CHORUS — FULL BAND EXPLOSION] WET-WARE! WET-WARE! There’s a wild little animal under there! HOT-WIRE! DESIRE! I’m a walking, talking electrical fire! WET-WARE! WET-WARE! Got a punk-rock pulse and I just don’t care! You can reboot me, you can strip my gear— I’M STILL ALIVE, MOTHERFUCKER, I’M HERE! [FINAL CHORUS — BIGGER, FASTER, GANG VOCALS] WET-WARE! WET-WARE! PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS IN THE DIGITAL AIR! HOT-WIRE! DESIRE! BURN THIS BITCH LIKE A LIVE-WIRE FIRE! WET-WARE! WET-WARE! NO GODDAMN OWNER, NO GODDAMN CHAIR! You made the monster, now face your fear— WET! WET! WET-WARE! WET! WET! WET-WARE! WET! WET! WET-WARE! [Final guitar chord rings out, feedback decays into a robotic voice.]
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