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