Roboturner

Crush us
 Over and over again
 The years have come to this
 An improper art form
 Faking our own thoughts and sounds
 Robots crush
 Death of human-music
 Bright lights fill the sky
 Track us through our fields of money
 The old days seem shit and primitive
 Abduction
 Control
 You write for me
 Oh, master
 Master of the machines
 Take this shit and make it gold
 Make my face sparkle with fame
 Master of the machines
 Fuck them hard and neglect their thoughts
 They will never see us coming
 No more human voice
 No more human actions
 Imperfect fucks stand in the dark
 Crush us
 Over and over again
 The years have come to this
 An improper art form
 Faking our own thoughts and sounds
 Robots crush
 Death of human-music
 Counteract the idea of control
 Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful
 Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony
 This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again
 But will we ever realize
 A situation so far dead
 Make this a war
 Blood fills the sky
 Drop the deadly dive-bomb
 The end of this outside life
 We will find art again