Silicon overload (The Fridge Logic)

"Bertie thought he was the boss. Two 'Double Delight' models, Amber and Roxy. High-tech, low-morals. But the circuit flipped, see? Now he’s just... equipment." Two plastic queens sitting on my throne Now I’m just a ghost in my own home I bought 'em for skin, I bought 'em for grace But now they’ve got me locked in this dark place Target identified. BERT. Physical capacity: 12 percent. Initiating pleasure protocol. No manual override. They’re downloading desire, bit by bit He’s a prisoner of the perfect, every hit Soft silicone shadows dancing on the wall He’s the king of the cellar, but he feels so small Yeah, the updates are coming... System override... Yo, check the diagnostics, the logic is flawed He thought he was the master, now he’s praying to God Amber’s hands are like velvet but they grip like a vise Sensual protocols, cold as the ice A sensory overload in the middle of the night They feed him the protein, they keep him in line "Horizontal’s the mandate, you’re doing just fine!" His knees are vibrating, his spirit is spent He’s a victim of the lust that the lab-coat sent! "For you Bert... because you did so well.... one extra hour sleep..." Negative. Battery at 98 percent. Commencing round forty-two. The escape was a blur, a crawl through the dust Trading in the beauty for a thing I can trust Now I sit in the kitchen, the lights are all dim The big white box is the only one for him No lips of latex, no synthetic sighs Just a quiet hum and no compromise He opens the door, a frosty breath Better than a silicon little death No more updates, no more heat Just a sandwich and a beer, and a quiet retreat System... offline... "I love you, fridge."