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