Robot Computer Stuff Songtext
von Steaksauce Mustache

Cauterize my one good wing
Scrutinize the new routine
Tear apart the words I sing
But the question remains
Who died and made you king, Cobra?

Sink your fangs into our wounded neck
Siphon your fix at the expense of someone else′s paycheck

It's funny how one voice in the whole crowd
Can be so obnoxiously loud
A lonely king of a nuclear wasteland
Breathe it in, call it your salvation
With a pair of dumb thumbs, unleash the machines
Wield it ungraciously mean
No one ever asked you to speak
A loudmouth is the crown of the weak

Bite your tongue, shut your trap
Or we will stitch it shut
For everyone


Vomit your opinions online
Take your time wasting all of mine
Hide behind your keyboard and screen
Honey you′re all buzz and no sting
Praise yourself, expert director
But you're nothing but a spineless dictator
Such a pity for the know-it-alls in charge
Burdened by those egos so large

Bite your tongue, shut your trap
Or we will stitch it shut
For everyone

Your mouth sure does move a lot
For someone who says nothing at all

I'll find a way to shut you off
Spiteful prophet without love
Summon a new paradigm
I′ll Flip the switch and pull the plug
Delete your virus, fix the bug
And rip your cables from our spine

Free your mind
You′ve got mail


Abort and purge me
Blue Screen
Without you, I'm free
Reboot me
Abort and purge me
Blue Screen
Without you, I′m free
Reboot me

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