Begat atop a bed. Not to be confused with Robots: A Dreamworks Film.
lyrics
On the walkway, they keep shuffling
assembly lines of endless sucking
inside the domes
along the walls
empyrean holes
thin, wide, or tall
In this place the will means nothing
among the clouds, pleasure means suffering
there is no god,
nor watchful gaze
it takes one thought
to leave this place
These robots, none have left before
I guess I'll be the first to go
Just one more day in here and I'll be,
just one more day and I'll be out for good
These robots, they're all but common whores
they'll be there 'till they can't take no more
these robots, they're slaves to their human gods
these perverts and businessmen and agents of the law
These robots can't understand just what they're for
overheating, they ossify their cores
they march in and out of the pleasure domes
above me, behind me, my stratified home
These robots, from whom I'm now freed
have left me with an insatiable need
credits
from Keenwah 2,
released September 2, 2013
Lyrics by John Klawitter
Vocals by John, Connor and Isaiah
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