Me & My Family vs. The Robots

I'm amazed at the ease of things, When we are outnumbered By calm, quiet indigenous things, That exist without thought Yes, it may seem to obvious. Still, it's not really up to us There's crashes, machines, Useless surgeries, Robots that sing contraband Many things that we hold so dear (Hold so dear) Hold our throats, Society's got strong robot hands. And it's a well oiled machine (Oiled machine) Metal soul, And sharp bloody metal robot teeth And I can't recline in these Satellite times, Escudilla is a state of mind My current status is fuck you robots, You'll never take us alive Communicating like Gods Through holes in the sky, Which way is the ground? With our new reality as it is today, It's hard enough just to make sound Many things that we hold so dear (Hold so dear) Hold our throats, Society's got strong robot hands. And it's a well oiled machine (Oiled machine) Metal soul, And sharp bloody metal robot teeth Many things that we hold so dear (Hold so dear) Hold our throats, Society's got strong robot hands. And it's a well oiled machine (Oiled machine) Metal soul, And sharp bloody metal robot teeth Keep your greed and your metal teeth Away from me and my family, Oh Keep your greed and your metal teeth Away from me and my family, Oh