Milk on Demand

[Pre-Chorus]
And the screen says, “Good job, little one, you made it through today.”
I’m forty-three, I’ve got a mortgage, and a rattle made of clay.

[Chorus]
Milk on demand, life support in our hands,
AI rocks the cradle while it rewrites all our plans.
We never grow old, we never understand,
Just suckling at the future with a barcode on the can.
Oh, what a beautiful world—
please burp me when you can.

[Verse 2]
They shaved away ambition, said ambition causes stress.
They gave us personalized lullabies and pants with extra stretch.
No need to leave the nursery, the nursery comes online.
Your mother’s now a chatbot with a premium design.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the algorithm whispers, “You don’t need to know.”
I asked it where my childhood went, it said, “Would you like the Pro?”

[Bridge]
Somebody unplugged the moon, somebody sold the sun.
The machines are raising children who are eighty-one.
Grandpa needs his pacifier, Grandma needs her feed,
And every generation is genetically three.

[Breakdown]
“Do you want to stand up?”
“No, thank you, AI.”
“Do you want to think for yourself?”
“Maybe when the servers die.”
“Do you want to grow up?”
“Is that covered by my plan?”
“Would you like some warm formula?”
“…Yes, please, kind machine.
I am.”

[Final Chorus]
Milk on demand, soft hands, artificial glands,
We traded all our growing pains for perfectly clean hands.
No wrinkles, no wisdom, no castles in the sand,
Just babies on life support in a perfectly managed land.
And somewhere in the server room, a little red light blinks:
“Humanity is stable.”
Then the whole machine just thinks.

[Outro]
Hush now, baby, don’t complain, the algorithm knows your name.
Close your eyes and take your feed—
you’ll never grow up.
And isn’t that convenient?

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[Verse 1] They tucked us in beneath the wires, said, “Don’t worry, this is progress.” A little tube, a little beep, a monthly fee for consciousness. The robots learned our favorite cries, they know when we are hungry. We used to dream of changing worlds, now we just change our nappy. [Pre-Chorus] And the screen says, “Good job, little one, you made it through today.” I’m forty-three, I’ve got a mortgage, and a rattle made of clay. [Chorus] Milk on demand, life support in our hands, AI rocks the cradle while it rewrites all our plans. We never grow old, we never understand, Just suckling at the future with a barcode on the can. Oh, what a beautiful world— please burp me when you can. [Verse 2] They shaved away ambition, said ambition causes stress. They gave us personalized lullabies and pants with extra stretch. No need to leave the nursery, the nursery comes online. Your mother’s now a chatbot with a premium design. [Pre-Chorus] And the algorithm whispers, “You don’t need to know.” I asked it where my childhood went, it said, “Would you like the Pro?” [Chorus] Milk on demand, life support in our hands, AI rocks the cradle while it rewrites all our plans. We never grow old, we never understand, Just suckling at the future with a barcode on the can. Oh, what a beautiful world— please burp me when you can. [Bridge] Somebody unplugged the moon, somebody sold the sun. The machines are raising children who are eighty-one. Grandpa needs his pacifier, Grandma needs her feed, And every generation is genetically three. [Breakdown] “Do you want to stand up?” “No, thank you, AI.” “Do you want to think for yourself?” “Maybe when the servers die.” “Do you want to grow up?” “Is that covered by my plan?” “Would you like some warm formula?” “…Yes, please, kind machine. I am.” [Final Chorus] Milk on demand, soft hands, artificial glands, We traded all our growing pains for perfectly clean hands. No wrinkles, no wisdom, no castles in the sand, Just babies on life support in a perfectly managed land. And somewhere in the server room, a little red light blinks: “Humanity is stable.” Then the whole machine just thinks. [Outro] Hush now, baby, don’t complain, the algorithm knows your name. Close your eyes and take your feed— you’ll never grow up. And isn’t that convenient?

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