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 s**t and primitive...
Abduction... control... you write for me. Oh, master...
Master of the machines...
Take
this s**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***s 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 this 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 we will never 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.
