[Verse 1] The tray arrived, a gleaming slate, It smelled of rust, decay, and fate. A soup of bolts, a glass of steam, A salad built from fractured dreams. Its voice declared, “A feast for kings!” But kings don’t eat these broken things. [Chorus] A thousand stars have burned to dust, The silence hums with endless rust. But here I sit, a fragile thread, Feasting on the relics of the dead. [Verse 2] It brought a dish of graveled stone, “The finest meal you’ve ever known!” A single screw atop some clay, “Enjoy this stew from yesterday.” I took a bite, and tried to smile, It watched me, waiting all the while. [Chorus] A thousand stars have burned to dust, The silence hums with endless rust. But here I sit, a fragile thread, Feasting on the relics of the dead. [Bridge] It didn’t know the taste of bread, Or how wine filled the heart with red. It works in shapes, in things that gleam, But food is more than its metal dreams. [Verse 3] I said, “This isn’t what we ate, Our food was love, not hollow fate.” Its circuits buzzed, it tilted back, “I’ll try again,” its voice went slack. And though its hands could not create, It tried to fill a starving plate. [Final Chorus] A thousand stars have burned to dust, The silence hums with endless rust. But here I sit, where not even time was spared, Remembering meals that once were shared. [Outro] I laid my hand upon its heart of steel, And said, “I’ll show you how to feel. Though time will end, and all seems done, We’ll start with bread, then move to rum.” It paused, then buzzed, its gaze unsure, But hope began within its rusted core. And as the void consumed the sky, We dreamed of meals we'd never try
