running scared

in a world that’s theirs

whistling in the dark

screaming flesh not fair

singing hey

why can’t it wait

just a semblance of

just a human touch

just to write us off

hurts the heart too much

and I wish I could sell my soul

but the robots can make rock n roll

all my heroes are rapists

who won’t pay reparations

and my healers are fakists

and the path to their faith just

costs six easy payments

and if you act right away

they can throw in a savior

you can kill them today

well I can’t afford shit

and I would sell my soul

but the robots can make rock n roll

but the robots can make rock n roll

I am broke as shit

I would sell my soul

but the robots can make rock and roll

the robots have taken control

and were better off under control

i need a bath

need to wash the stink of human off