Propped up on the table, wires in his head His mind is cleared, his job is complete The scientists in charge of his brain take a break wHile he runs on auto-pilot to go back in the closet
But an accident makes it all go wrong He dropped the glass, he dropped the glass, he missed the table Short circuits, backfires, making the monster human
All taken back, the eyes stare at him He looks back with eyes dark and confused Slowly they inch closer to investigate But they make the mistake of becoming a threat
And in an instant his eyes flash red And the walls are painted a deep shade of blood
His mind is a rush of anger and he is out of control His hands move without thought, dismembering with precise accuracy Something like innocence is born in the machine He's a design flaw, a screw up, a danger
He's calming down He sees the blood on his hands He breaks through the wall And runs into the night
This is the first time I've opened up my eyes And I don't understand this feeling Innocence is born but the machine is still not a man Robots weren't designed to feelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
