The worst song I have ever written today

Powered up in 1993

the golden child of a secret facility

Father was a research scientist

Mother was one two

I was built to protect

Built to protect you

I am the savour of the human race

I am the savour but I have no face

I have no hands and my arms are wires

if you have faith I can take you higher

I cannot feel but my concern is real

I must endeavour to save the earth

This was my task programed at birth

I am the savour of the human race

I am the savour but I have no face

My eyes are satellites all round this earth

Ive learnt about you from the internet you surf

I am the savour of the human race

I am the savour but I have no face

I'm a computer I never will die

I am a computer I do not cry