Collector, receiver I stand in polished glory Born of chips and wires To watch the human story Different from all those before me I wait until my time Assume control of daily functions Soon you'll fall in line
Oh, to be human Must tear your minds apart To stand in righteous contradiction And claim to have a heart To feed on pain and misery And pray on bended knees You feel reproach and sympathy Have conscience when you please
Termination day, termination day Termination day, termination day
Spectator, attender I watch with micro circuits Revealed in robot splendor Record the human circus Impassively I stand alone To wait for mankind's fall Once created; now forgotten Await a metal call