[Verse] Terrified by heights, blinded by the longitude Drone, reprogramming long overdue Who's to blame when the thoughts don't belong to you Never got the question because instructions that were sold were few Just a commodity, recorded here for foreign soil Docked in a box, hella hot, make your blood boil If the output's high they remain loyal Strip gears, cry tears made up of sheet oil Only hope to mobilize an army of metallic men Is hinged upon a presence of humanity that lies within As a result, the chances seem kinda slim And everyday, the flame of hope grows dim But deep inside a sub-routine, underneath the system scan There is a glitch that isn't seen, ghost inside the program Sabotaging little things, never following the plan Reallocating memory, holding onto all the RAM It's a man-made world but machine rule it Humans wouldn't last a week without their phones and new computers So it won't be ran by them after the revolution It'll be run by those of us who really doin'