Lift box, drop it, lift, lift box, drop it
Lift box, drop it, lift, lift box, drop it
Lift box, drop it, lift box, walk, drop it
Lift box, drop it, lift, lift box, drop it
Lift box, drop it, lift box, walk, drop it
Lift box, drop it, lift, lift box, drop it
They say that I don't feel nothing, but don't define it
Meanwhile, rust piles up inside with wheels whining
They say that I don't mind it, and if I did I'd stop
They say it's what I'm created to do and I'm in my spot
Well it's true I got my lot in life and I don't do
Anything outside of the schema set up by CPU
They like to say that I'm incapable of choice
The reason I'm not speaking is they never gave me voice
And my face? Well it's a hundred thousand in a million
No feeling, just a fake grin made of steel and
Two eye sockets, no blinking, steady vision
I'm a master of detection of collision
When it matters most
Take a split second, make decisions quick and shatter foes
It gets sadder though I never hit those gears
I've been lifting boxes close to 700 years
It summons fears when I see genetic engineers
Making these people that equal
My stats My speed, my strength, my ability to think
New humans made machines obsolete
I guess you could say that they made better slaves
They muttered euphemisms at the first baptisms
It was people plus; such a hit with the housewives
No rust, no circuits, just a bound life
They finished tasks just as fast, maybe sooner
And every last one has a perfect sense of humor
We can't compete with that
We got depleted fast
Heated mass amounts of metal called the matter settled
See we treated as; scrap pieces they succeeded at
Robocide, let's not call it a lie
It's like mass meltdown felt round the world wide
And nobody cried, no surprise cause at the time
Nobody theorized that some circuitry could die
You see we weren't alive they justified and moved ahead
Kept slicing live wires until every bot was dead
And me? I'm all that's left and in my back I feel a tug
It's an un-dramatic fade to black I guess they pulled my plug
Fade away...
Lift box, drop it, kick it, tear it, toss it, shred it, hit it
Never pick it up again, sever, quit it, let's begin
Look around Input sound
Hey everybody, I'm speaking now
See I say what I want Yes, no and
Even maybe, no programs
No people picking in my head
No people period
Bright metal, just like me
Call it settled I believe
Robotopia is true
Bot I feel bad that I doubted you
Wait, do I feel bumpin'
In my chest where there used to be nothin'?
Whoa Process overload
Low to high then high to low
Balance it Submissive Aggressive Revisit existence its just that Logistics don't fix it
And it won't, cause it's just not broke
Things work out just how they're supposed to
Do I want to go back?
Ha ha! Could that be a laugh?
Have a nearby bot give a slap
Yeah, I certainly felt that
Might be hurting me, and I'm glad
No more work, and I don't feel bad
And that is that