Roboturner-Between The Buried And Me

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 sh*t and primitive Abduction Control You write for me Oh, master Master of the machines Take this sh*t and make it gold Make my face sparkle with fame Master of the machines F**k them hard and neglect their thoughts They will never see us coming No more human voice No more human actions Imperfect f**ks 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