| I’m just tryna be a good robot
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| Keep my head down and do what I gotta do
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| Money is god, I serve the economy
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| I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
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| I’m just tryna be a good robot
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| Keep my head down repenting in solitude
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| Money is god, I worship the currency
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| I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
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| So why do I choose to speak metaphorically
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| When I could easily reap the rewards of conformity
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| Caught up in these plastic distractions
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| Shrink-wrapped luxuries, electronic contraptions
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| We’re all ultimately lost here on planet earth
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| Cursed even before your mother’s first contractions
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| In childbirth submersed in the universe
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| Born as a pawn of economic expansion
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| Demonic in our actions
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| Conceived in erotic interactions
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| Cos for every action, an equal and opposite reaction
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| We’ve become robotic in our passions and follow fashions
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| Technological detachment
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| This is evolution at a tangent
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| See it clearly
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| Investigate the chaos theory
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| Overstand that everything is random
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| I’m just tryna be a good robot
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| Keep my head down and do what I gotta do
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| Money is god, I serve the economy
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| I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
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| I’m just tryna be a good robot
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| Keep my head down repenting in solitude
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| Money is god, I worship the currency
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| I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
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| Why do I choose to dress and talk informally
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| And disobey the rules and laws accordingly
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| Caught up in this media typecasting
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| Looking to the stars as the skies darken
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| When the war’s done I’ll hang up my uniform
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| And go tend to the roses in my back garden
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| Until then I chase this vision of a unicorn
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| Gin in the bottle and orange juice in the carton
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| The poetry is death
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| Dynamic opposites conflicting from new life to first breath
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| Baby steps
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| Children of the stardust now you’re just tryna be a good robot
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| We programmed the odds with the instinct
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| Searching for happiness and material things
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| You know the world is collapsing around you
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| But you wanna act like you don’t see a thing
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| You’re just tryna be a good robot
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| Keep your head down and do what you gotta do
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| Money is god, you serve the economy
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| You must give thanks for your freedom to consume
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| You’re just tryna be a good robot
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| Keep your head down repenting in solitude
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| Money is god, you worship the currency
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| You must give thanks for your freedom to consume |