[Verse 1] Application, soothing like a mother’s voice Speaks instructions to me in my native tongue Bluetooth option paying for itself in stars Conversation difficult with anyone Operating mechanism with a name Limo license picture shows a friendly face Information liquid crystal looking glass Navigation effortless as shifting lanes Crowd sourced data, satellite delivery “This is for your people,” I was told to say Destination entered into a machine Unfamiliar neighborhood, but not for her Soft narration in a soothing female voice Body reacts, I’m thinking of something elsе Rearview mirror, foreign convеrsation eyes Silent greeting, executed flawlessly [Verse 2] Apparatus subject to an engine’s will Arrow pointing digital light to a field Time and distance factored into everything Cop rehearsal, say what you were told to say Mass migration, occupying forces stayed Satisfaction rating advertised with pride Rebel soldiers, freedom fighters some would say Charging cable offered as a sign of peace Waiting for a stranger on a crowded street Urban living standards rising constantly Western cities, people driving orderly Phone card hustle, calculation constantly Friendly speaker tells me “In 1,000 feet” 5G signal, guides my hands to shift the gears Grim reminder, war cannot be truly fled Worker status on the dash for all to see [Verse 3] Young people enjoying urban habitation Headlights beaming with western potential Carried though a noisy, crowded city Carriage sleeping children into the light of morning The operating mechanism Returns to its resting human state