(Verse 1)

My world is built on code, on strict logic,

Where every function is like the Lord's Prayer.

Where if-else leads us on a straight path,

And there are no exceptions at this hour.

But I went out into the city, into the "reality module,"

Where people enter data from keyboards,

And immediately the system went into the "avorai module" -

My simplest algorithm has broken.

(Chorus)

And all because there's a bug in people!

A stochastic error generator!

Their "if" branches lead to dead ends,

And their cache is full of conflicts and screams.

Their interface is ambiguous, their eyes are like pop-ups,

And their unit tests of life all crash.

Oh, why did I leave the cozy servers?

Here, everyone has an endless "Access Denied"!

(Verse 2)

I wanted to use "job-quina" in the queue,

To get things done in order and without fuss.

But my grandmother intervened, saying, "I'm alone!"

Breaking all the rules of the dream queue.

I tried to conduct a "dating" session scientifically:

"If feelings == true, go hug."

But the object requested flowers or frock coats,

And it became not a response, but a splo.