Staple Rise of the Robots Letras:
Here they come. They're marching my way again. I
can see my reflection in their metallic skin. Here
they come. They're marching my way again.
Conformity is their staple and status their
weapon. Oh, my precious sold out reputation. It
means so much more than my beliefs... Will I face
full attack from you? Will I break again like I've
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been known to? Fallen face first on my conscience
today, but it's so much more comfortable this way.
"Come to me, my little sweet. I've got scores
of processed friends for you to meet. You've
always been my favorite dish. You're number 85 on
my list. Come to me, my little baby. Please say
yes, not no or maybe. Come to me my little treat.
The system's hungry and it wants to eat." I
already know that you don't love me so. And if I
stay the same, you'll walk away.
Letras: Rise of the Robots Staple [final]