歌詞
He always had an inkling, a tingling
Every single signal blinking twinkling inside his cranium
When he was on the brink of thinking things
Some wires weren't connected right
His eyes had no reflective light
Pensive, almost mechanized, collecting reflexive stimuli
Sometimes his stomach throbbed, these dummies all were unevolved
Melancholy cumbersome redundant slobs
He barely saw the sun at all because his job
The stress and lack of social life without someone to hold him tight
Kept him up for most the night
Emotionless and almost motorized on overdrive
When coping with the open light
He watched to the mirror while taking his clothes off
Folding his socks, alone with his own thoughts
"Huh, maybe I am a robot"
Emotions can be hard to process
But we are more than the sum of our contents
It gives us an odd sense of progress
When we are not viewed as just objects
Emotions can be hard to process
But we are more than the sum of our contents
It gives us an odd sense of progress
When we are not viewed as just objects
To consider such a thought was frivolous in part
But gave the littlest of shivers in his heart
Sick of it, just to have considered it at all, he shook it off
"Huh, a robot"
That would explain a lot, but he just played it off
Took it like a grain of salt
A grain of salt that ate away as the day went on 'til he could hear it in the way he talked
"Huh, a robot"
It kept running through his head while watching his programs
No goals, no plans, alone and a grown man
He started looking at the bones of his hand
"Dot, dot, dot, a robot"
It's worth mentioning that he was off his meds again
Tensions setting in, the knife sitting next to him, he pressed against the skin
Pressed hard until he pressed it in
And for those who may guess, guess again
He was nothing special, just another messed up kid who's dead again
"Huh, a robot"
Emotions can be hard to process
But we are more than the sum of our contents
It gives us an odd sense of progress
When we are not viewed as just objects
Emotions can be hard to process
But we are more than the sum of our contents
It gives us an odd sense of progress (Robot)
When we are not viewed as just objects (Robot)
A robot
Maybe I am a robot
Written by: Christian Oppel, Christopher Moore