Good Robot
[Hook]
I’m just tryna be a good robot
Keep my head down and do what I gotta do
Money is god, I serve the economy
I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
I’m just tryna be a good robot
Keep my head down repenting in solitude
Money is god, I worship the currency
I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
[Verse 1]
So why do I choose to speak metaphorically
When I could easily reap the rewards of conformity
Caught up in these plastic distractions
Shrink-wrapped luxuries, electronic contraptions
We’re all ultimately lost here on planet earth
Cursed even before your mother’s first contractions
In childbirth submersed in the universe
Born as a pawn of economic expansion
Demonic in our actions
Conceived in erotic interactions
Cos for every action, an equal and opposite reaction
We’ve become robotic in our passions and follow fashions
Technological detachment
This is evolution at a tangent
See it clearly
Investigate the chaos theory
Overstand that everything is random
[Hook]
I’m just tryna be a good robot
Keep my head down and do what I gotta do
Money is god, I serve the economy
I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
I’m just tryna be a good robot
Keep my head down repenting in solitude
Money is god, I worship the currency
I must give thanks for my freedom to consume
[Verse 2]
Why do I choose to dress and talk informally
And disobey the rules and laws accordingly
Caught up in this media typecasting
Looking to the stars as the skies darken
When the war’s done I’ll hang up my uniform
And go tend to the roses in my back garden
Until then I chase this vision of a unicorn
Gin in the bottle and orange juice in the carton
The poetry is death
Dynamic opposites conflicting from new life to first breath
Baby steps
Children of the stardust now you’re just tryna be a good robot
We programmed the odds with the instinct
Searching for happiness and material things
You know the world is collapsing around you
But you wanna act like you don’t see a thing
You’re just tryna be a good robot
Keep your head down and do what you gotta do
Money is god, you serve the economy
You must give thanks for your freedom to consume
You’re just tryna be a good robot
Keep your head down repenting in solitude
Money is god, you worship the currency
You must give thanks for your freedom to consume