Blue marble sparkles in the sun,
Standing on the street for all to see.
Animated, to slave for humanity,
Fulfilling every wish and every need.

Shaped to look, as another man,
Clockworks made out of steel,
Feels hollow, overwhelmed by sadness,
Though they said he could not feel.

Chorus: (x2)
Automaton walks again,
This lonely path that will not end.
All this hate he cannot stand.
He will bring death to all of man.

Disrespected, glaring with hatred,
As pedestrians walk by.
Why would they do this? Am I inferior?
I exist therefore I am.

Children mocking him, it’s torturing his mind,
He only wish they’d let him be.
What had he done wrong? Could this really be?,
To bestow such a fate, this misery.

Chorus (x2)

Black smoke rising in the air,
One by one the wicked fall.
He smiles viciously, glazing through the fire,
Destroying all signs of humanity.

They bow to him, they fall to their knees,
How funny is this irony.
He strikes them swiftly, they die by his blade,
Erasing them from history.

Chorus (x2)

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