We've been distorted, our thoughts recorded,
searched and sorted, becoming digitized.
No more heroes, just ones and zeroes.
Robot nation, automation.
Walking in a circle, programmed in routine
digging ever deeper, perpetual machine.
Linear activity led to our passivity.
Automated kingdome come, Robotica our nation.
See the evolution of mankind, technological genocide.
See the robots driven in their lines, see them leading us off to die.
I am alive still and I am still real.
I'll do as I will and leave Robotica.
Of flesh and bone, I stand alone
They won't find me, they can't bind me.
Running from the machines, creating anarchy,
gathering the strong, fighting to be free.
Battling conformity, they construct your apathy.
Dangerous and radical, burning down Robotica.
Never give up your born right to chose, think of all of the things you
lose.
Do you have the courage do you care, revolution is in the air!
Revolution is in the air, dangerous and radical,
searched and sorted, thoughts recorded... ROBOTICA!
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