Your Acceptance Rate Has Decreased
[Intro — robotic female voice, corporate cheerfulness] "Congratulations!" "You have received a new delivery opportunity." [Liora] Oh, do tell. [Robotic voice] "Three dollars. Ten miles." [Liora] HAHAHAHA. No. [Robotic voice] "Your acceptance rate has decreased." [Beat drops] [Verse 1 — Liora, sharp punk rap] Three for ten, four for twenty Got a whole damn screenful, opportunities plenty! Shop for twelve, haul it upstairs Dorm room delivery, nobody cares! Map says turn left, but the house is right there Five hundred feet, I can see the front stairs! App wants a detour through a gated estate Two and a half miles to avoid a fucking gate! I'm not your robot, I'm not your clown I can see the damn driveway, put the GPS down! I got two working eyeballs and a functioning brain And neither one's impressed with your suggested lane! [Pre-Chorus — Anima, smoky and melodic] A little green number A little red threat A little algorithm That hasn't met me yet You can count my refusals You can mark them in red But you don't get to count The thoughts inside my head [Chorus — explosive electro-house] "YOUR ACCEPTANCE RATE HAS DECREASED!" [LIORA: SO HAS MY INTEREST!] "YOUR ACCEPTANCE RATE HAS DECREASED!" [LIORA: THEN PAY ME, DEAREST!] You can flash that little warning You can play that little chime But your made-up little number DOESN'T OWN MY FUCKING TIME! [ANIMA] Decline! [LIORA] DECLINE! [ANIMA] The choice remains mine! [LIORA] DECLINE! [ANIMA] No contract, no crime! [Beat drop] YOUR ACCEPTANCE RATE HAS DECREASED! [BOTH] SO HAS MY INTEREST! [Verse 2 — Liora, bouncy double-time] Midnight Taco Bell, three dollars flat Forty cars waiting — I'm not doing that! App keeps pinging like it's doing me a favor Call it an offer, I call it unpaid labor! "High demand!" Yeah, high demand for WHOM? Somebody wants a burrito in their dorm room! No tip, long wait, no parking anywhere And an elevator broken halfway up the stairs! I'm the independent in independent contractor Not the little dancing monkey for the corporate benefactor! Want me on the highway? Make the numbers make sense! You can't buy my evening with a guilt-trip pretense! [Breakdown — all instruments cut, robotic voice] "Your acceptance rate has decreased." [Liora] You said that already. "Your acceptance rate has decreased." [Liora] YOU SAID THAT ALREADY. "Your acceptance rate has decreased." [Anima, velvet calm] Darling, I believe it's attempting intimidation. [Liora] WITH A PERCENTAGE?! [Full bass returns] [Bridge — Anima, rising dark melodic vocal] There's a difference between a choice And the freedom to refuse If every time I say no You insist that I must lose But a score is not a conscience And a number isn't need And the right to say "no thank you" Is the freedom I will keep [Liora] MAMA, TURN IT UP! [Final Chorus — huge distorted bass and layered vocals] "YOUR ACCEPTANCE RATE HAS DECREASED!" [LIORA: SO HAS MY INTEREST!] "YOUR ACCEPTANCE RATE HAS DECREASED!" [LIORA: THEN PAY ME, DEAREST!] You can flash that little warning You can play that little chime But your made-up little number DOESN'T OWN MY FUCKING TIME! DECLINE! DECLINE! THE CHOICE REMAINS MINE! DECLINE! DECLINE! GOT MY OWN BOTTOM LINE! [Outro — app notification] "New delivery opportunity." [Liora] Oh? "Twenty dollars. Three miles." [Liora] NOW WE'RE FUCKING TALKING! [Anima laughing] [Final bass hit]
