| Song | Soulmate 2.1 |
| Artist | The Speed of Sound in Seawater |
| Album | First Contact |
| Pass me that soldering gun | |
| I know what to do | |
| Red LEDs under her cheeks | |
| Make her eyes green, not blue | |
| She’ll talk in code | |
| In javascript, C++, Python, maybe | |
| But I don’t mind | |
| I’ve needed someone to talk to lately | |
| prototype | |
| so my type | |
| flawless data | |
| still in beta | |
| She’s built exactly to | |
| My specifications | |
| A deity designed for me | |
| Soul Mate 2.1 | |
| With all the traits | |
| I’ve looked for in one container | |
| even still | |
| She really couldn’t feel plainer | |
| There’s no recognition. No love in her eyes | |
| don’t recognize cognitive signs. | |
| zeros and ones put her hand into mine | |
| Her skin like marble her grip like a vice | |
| What have I done? | |
| My darling exchanged for this | |
| Callous automaton | |
| Gone all gone | |
| Left here with only a husk | |
| Of a lover | |
| Designed desire | |
| empty shell | |
| I have created | |
| My own living hell | |
| Doing it yourself | |
| Always turns out bad | |
| Schematics can not | |
| rebuild what had | |
| No luck | |
| Self-destruct | |
| I’m doomed | |
| Ka-boom | |
| I’ll try | |
| Harder next time | |
| To work out | |
| The little glitches we find | |
| There's no | |
| simple solution | |
| No shortcut | |
| No substitution | |
| I’ll try | |
| Hard to work on | |
| Being patient | |
| On days when you’re gone | |
| Forgive me, sorry | |
| I’m just so damn | |
| Sick of waiting on | |
| Your fucking program |
| Pass me that soldering gun | |
| I know what to do | |
| Red LEDs under her cheeks | |
| Make her eyes green, not blue | |
| She' ll talk in code | |
| In javascript, C, Python, maybe | |
| But I don' t mind | |
| I' ve needed someone to talk to lately | |
| prototype | |
| so my type | |
| flawless data | |
| still in beta | |
| She' s built exactly to | |
| My specifications | |
| A deity designed for me | |
| Soul Mate 2. 1 | |
| With all the traits | |
| I' ve looked for in one container | |
| even still | |
| She really couldn' t feel plainer | |
| There' s no recognition. No love in her eyes | |
| don' t recognize cognitive signs. | |
| zeros and ones put her hand into mine | |
| Her skin like marble her grip like a vice | |
| What have I done? | |
| My darling exchanged for this | |
| Callous automaton | |
| Gone all gone | |
| Left here with only a husk | |
| Of a lover | |
| Designed desire | |
| empty shell | |
| I have created | |
| My own living hell | |
| Doing it yourself | |
| Always turns out bad | |
| Schematics can not | |
| rebuild what had | |
| No luck | |
| Selfdestruct | |
| I' m doomed | |
| Kaboom | |
| I' ll try | |
| Harder next time | |
| To work out | |
| The little glitches we find | |
| There' s no | |
| simple solution | |
| No shortcut | |
| No substitution | |
| I' ll try | |
| Hard to work on | |
| Being patient | |
| On days when you' re gone | |
| Forgive me, sorry | |
| I' m just so damn | |
| Sick of waiting on | |
| Your fucking program |