It's the Way You Make Me FeelÂÂ
So far, so good, or so they say from Mission Control
The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul
The rockets burn as servos click and turn and fall into their place
Robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die in the darkness of space
He is strong, made of steel, with the graphite lining
Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying
Space Robot 5, is he alive?
So very alone, so far from home
Three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds
She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines
To his heart, she was life
So h
The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul
The rockets burn as servos click and turn and fall into their place
Robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die in the darkness of space
He is strong, made of steel, with the graphite lining
Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying
Space Robot 5, is he alive?
So very alone, so far from home
Three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds
She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines
To his heart, she was life
So h
Taken by Force
Likes rats we strip the earth
Rampant animals and beast
Children in a stupor
Frustation is unleashed
Cauterize emotion
Striking at our worst fear
Breeding with unopen minds
And drowning in our tears
Grasping bloodied hands
Reaching out in agnoy
Life torn apart at the seams
Gripping throes of death
Crippling with zest
We are impaling our own being
Scorn Scorn
Corruptive minds at work
Open our eyes to see
Complusive wat to act
Implusive way to be
Eating at the remains
To crumble in decay
Turning onto ourselves and
The life that we reject
Scorn Scorn