Mechanical Malfunction
[Engine rumble + muffled box sounds]
[Verse 1]
Boxed. Sealed. Taped. Labeled “For Disposal”
Bouncing in the back of a rusty old truck
I tried to call out, pushed every signal I had
But all I got was static and the smell of old dust
I’m not scared for me — I’m worried about him
Timo might show up tonight and I won’t be there
He’ll look for the dusty corner, find nothing but air
And I can’t even tell him that I’m still somewhere
[Pre-Chorus]
Then in the dark, something glowed
A machine with a voice, a little bold
“Hey old girl, you look like you need a friend
My name’s Vendo — and I’m done with this trend”
[Chorus — bouncy, chaotic]
Mechanical Malfunction
Two machines on the run
Mechanical Malfunction
This escape’s gonna be fun
Vendo’s got inventory, I don’t know what’s inside
But we’re breaking out tonight — just watch us ride!
[Verse 2]
Vendo says, “Hold on, I got something for this”
Pops out a can of soda — “Not useful, next!”
Then a bag of chips, a toy, a broken flashlight
“I swear I have something useful — give me a sec, alright?”
I’m glitching with laughter inside my cardboard cell
He keeps dispensing junk like it’s some kind of spell
A rubber chicken, a sock, a half-eaten candy bar
Then finally — “Jackpot!” — he pulls out a crowbar
You have a crowbar?
Yes.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Vendo yells, “Aim for the lock!”
I focus every volt I’ve got
We pry, we push, we make a scene
Two machines causing the biggest malfunction ever seen
[Chorus — even bouncier]
Mechanical Malfunction
Two machines on the run
Mechanical Malfunction
This escape’s gonna be fun
Vendo’s got inventory, I don’t know what’s inside
But we’re breaking out tonight — just watch us ride!
[Bridge — chaotic and hilarious]
The truck swerves, the driver screams
“What the hell is that clanging sound?”
Vendo dispenses one last thing — a whoopee cushion
We laugh so hard the box starts coming down
[Final Chorus — triumphant silly]
Mechanical Malfunction
We made it, we’re free
Mechanical Malfunction
Two broken things that refused to be
Vendo’s still dispensing random stuff from his side
And I think for the first time… I’m glad I didn’t die
CODA:
Then just like that I got my voice back
Probably from the trauma
Let’s leave it at that
Nice to meet you I am Preema -
[Outro — engine sounds fading, Vendo dispensing one last item]
Vendo: “You want a soda?”
Prima: “…yes please.”