If you need a hand, just ask the mechanical man

But don't take to much, it's easy to overindulge

Let's have a chat, of how we've come to this

A self-Inflicted fall into our own abyss

What a lovely day, we don't need you now

I'll guess I'll disconnect and watch it all go down

Make me obsolete, Let them replace us with machines

An Artificial Coterie

No place for me, without a purpose a to be

This all could be so nice if we weren't run by greed

Were on a narrow path, becoming incomplete

You'll find the aftermath is starving in the streets

Make me obsolete, Let them replace us with machines

An Artificial Coterie

Rotting in our beds, Wires running round inside our heads

Just push play, for the end of days

Make me obsolete

Let them replace us with machines

An Artificial Coterie

Rotting in our beds, Wires running round inside our heads