Roboturner Lyrics

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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

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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

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