Supercommuter - Robotopia lyrics

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 ma** 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 ma** 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