Robots in Hell

To be complete you must feel the heat
From our fast emergence to find the public machine with our fighting hands
So far from the ladder base so that we all have become blind
So wear your plastic smile, you're gonna be here a while.

I pray there's another day I have to slave for this game
Do you see the way I deal? I play!
Waste, disgrace, get me out of this place.
I'd rather die afraid than waste away and decay.
So get the FUCK AWAY!

They said I wasn't a saint in H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks
We learn to take our limbs as fast as they come
Just remember who you're getting it from