Twenty twenty-three And the biotech named Steve Fueled by good intentions And the curiosity Made machines so small and smart That they could replicate Made machines so small and smart We couldn't terminate (Oooh..., oooh..., aaah...) The nanobots approach And all the scenery's gone gray Uniformity emerges From the disarray The chaos and the clutter That we made with all our flaws Dissolves at the touch Of microscopic metal claws (Oooh..., oooh..., aaah...) I look at all your freckles And your dimples and your scars The colors and the shapes That made you who you are Let the robots turn our Every cell into their kin But I will never forget The landscape of your skin (Oooh..., oooh..., aaah...)