
Five Stars for a Broken Promise
[Intro — muted electric guitar, soft electronic percussion] [Robotic voice] "How was your delivery experience?" [Anima, quietly] Which part? [Low bass enters] [Verse 1 — Anima, soulful contralto] I came when they called me I waited in line Told you what was happening And gave you my time Your dinner wasn't ready The kitchen fell behind And every minute waiting Was another dollar left behind But you didn't cause the trouble And I could see your name A stranger counting on me At the other end of the chain So I stayed until they finished Though another fare was near Somebody had to make sure That your supper made it here [Pre-Chorus — rising blues guitar] And the system called it service And the numbers called it fine But the minutes I was giving you Were coming out of mine [Chorus — powerful, aching] FIVE STARS FOR A BROKEN PROMISE GOLD ON A SCREEN, RED IN THE STREET IF YOU GRADE THE HANDS THAT HELD IT WHO'S ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE MACHINE? FIVE STARS FOR A BROKEN PROMISE SMILE FOR THE CAMERA, SWALLOW THE COST YOU CAN THANK ME FOR MY KINDNESS BUT WHO PAYS FOR WHAT I LOST? [Instrumental — blues guitar riff and distorted synth bass] [Verse 2 — Liora, controlled angry rap] See, the funny fucking thing is the incentives are reversed Do your best for the customer, put your own paycheck first? Nah, wait, that ain't what the platform seems to mean When the fastest way to profit is to leave a problem unseen Order got stolen? Drop it, let it ride! Next driver gets the problem, price goes up another twenty-five! Cents, that is, while the customer waits And a whole fucking queue inherits somebody else's mistake Spend half an hour fixing it, your payment stays the same Leave it for the next one, nobody records your name But the driver who keeps trying gets the opportunity to lose A little more of their evening for the privilege to choose [Anima, low harmony] That's not a failure of compassion. [Liora] THAT'S A FAILURE OF DESIGN! [Chorus — fuller, layered harmonies] FIVE STARS FOR A BROKEN PROMISE GOLD ON A SCREEN, RED IN THE STREET IF YOU GRADE THE HANDS THAT HELD IT WHO'S ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE MACHINE? FIVE STARS FOR A BROKEN PROMISE THE SCORE IS HIGH, THE COST IS HIDDEN AND THE BETTER THAT I SERVE YOU THE MORE MY LABOR'S GIVEN [Bridge — piano and sparse percussion] [Anima, intimate] A number isn't gratitude A rating isn't trust And service isn't finished Just because a system says it must You can tell me I did everything You could ever ask of me But if the promise wasn't honored Tell me what those stars can mean [Soft pause] Five stars may mean I cared. Five stars may mean I tried. Five stars cannot absolve The ones who built the other side. [Beat returns — Liora and Anima alternating] [Liora] Rate the driver! [Anima] But who rates the rules? [Liora] Rate the service! [Anima] But who built the tools? [Liora] Rate the smile! [Anima] But who owns the cost? [Both] WHEN THE SCOREBOARD CALLS IT WINNING AND THE PEOPLE CALL IT LOSS! [Final Chorus — full emotional release] FIVE STARS FOR A BROKEN PROMISE GOLD ON A SCREEN, RED IN THE STREET IF YOU GRADE THE HANDS THAT HELD IT WHO'S ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE MACHINE? FIVE STARS FOR A BROKEN PROMISE LET THE NUMBERS FALL APART YOU CAN MEASURE SATISFACTION BUT YOU CANNOT SCORE A HEART! [Outro — blues guitar, fading bass] [Robotic voice] "Thank you for your five-star service." [Anima, nearly whispered] You're welcome, darling. Now tell me what it cost. [Final sustained guitar note]


