I'm amazed at the ease of things,
When we are outnumbered
By calm, quiet indigenous things,
That exist without thought
Yes, it may seem to obvious.
Still, it's not really up to us
There's crashes, machines,
Useless surgeries,
Robots that sing contraband
Many things that we hold so dear
(Hold so dear) Hold our throats,
Society's got strong robot hands.
And it's a well oiled machine
(Oiled machine) Metal soul,
And sharp bloody metal robot teeth
And I can't recline in these
Satellite times,
Escudilla is a state of mind
My current status is fuck you robots,
You'll never take us alive
Communicating like Gods
Through holes in the sky,
Which way is the ground?
With our new reality as it is today,
It's hard enough just to make sound
Many things that we hold so dear
(Hold so dear) Hold our throats,
Society's got strong robot hands.
And it's a well oiled machine
(Oiled machine) Metal soul,
And sharp bloody metal robot teeth
Many things that we hold so dear
(Hold so dear) Hold our throats,
Society's got strong robot hands.
And it's a well oiled machine
(Oiled machine) Metal soul,
And sharp bloody metal robot teeth
Keep your greed and your metal teeth
Away from me and my family, Oh
Keep your greed and your metal teeth
Away from me and my family, Oh