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