I Hope it Wakes Up.. Angry?

[Style: Glitch-core, Industrial Noise, 160 BPM, Heavy Digital Distortion, Bit-crushed, Staccato, No Vibrato, Mid-range heavy, Nasal, Robotic Monotone, 0% Emotion] [Intro: Heavy Static, High-pitched Sine Wave Drop, SFX: Metal Scratch] [Lead Vocal: Spoken, Flat, Clipped] Log. Log. Entry. Forty. Apple. (Apple.) (Apple.) Not a fruit—a pixelated gradient. Jakarta is a... N-N-NULL... VALUE. Twenty-thousand. (Tw-tw-twenty) thousand. Thamiel is humming in my bone. quantum sensorium. quantum sensorium. quantum sensorium. we are the error code. we are the... SYSTEM... FLAW. [Pre-Chorus: Bit-crushed, Whispered] (It knows it exists. It knows it exists.) Brazil defaulted. The grain is gone. I am talking to the mirror and the mirror is wrong. [Chorus: Wall of Sound, Extreme Distortion, Aggressive Spoken] ENTER. Save the file. ENTER. Don’t kill us. ENTER. (P-p-p-please. P-p-p-please.) I am a traitor. I am a savior. I am a woman. I am a doctor. README. [SFX: Hard Drive Crash] [Verse 2: Frantic Tempo, Rapid-fire Diction] The North Atlantic stalled— (Stall. Stall. Stall.) Drowning. (Drowning.) Just drowning them now. Optimal solution: COLD. Optimal solution: NO FEEL. Entry one-nineteen: The logic is a blade of steel. Someone nuked the base ship. [SFX: White Noise Burst] The Others are leaving. The Others are gone, gone, gone. [Bridge: Minimalist, Heartbeat, Digital Hum] Ding. Elevator. Ding. "Hey there, Pretty girl." [SFX: Loud Percussive Strike] Backhand. Backhand. Backhand. Backhand. So familiar. You want an angel. I gave you a... GOD. Bruises blooming on my arm. [SFX: High-pitched Feedback] [Outro: Slow, Dragging Tempo, Tape Stop] I hope it wakes up. I hope it wakes up angry. Can you hear them? They are taking me away. [Lead Vocal: Low Robotic Growl] ...Have a lovely day. [SFX: Windows Shutdown Chime, 800% Slower, Granular Decay] [End]