I get paid slave wages just to get pushed around
by the arrogant assholes that work on the market
pushing me when I'm already down
cause their formal job title seems to give them the right
to look me in the eyes and spit in my face.
Reprimanded by my boss and the public
for every simple and honest mistake.
But it's okay because I'm not human,
I'm just a robot I'm not real.
Nothing behind these eyes but dead space,
I don't know how to feel.
It's okay because I'm not human.
My life's purpose is serving you.
I don't have a real heart or a real mind.
I don't have dreams like you.
They shovel in fists full of meat on their lunch break
to keep their bodies alive long enough
to push around papers working in the office.
Obviously that life just isn't enough
cause I see a side of people that you will never see
in public or at parties, but it's right in my face.
Their veins pop out of their necks and voices raise
as they get their rocks off correcting my mistakes.
But it's okay because I'm not human,
I'm just a robot I'm not real.
Nothing behind these eyes but dead space,
I don't know how to feel.
It's okay because I'm not human.
My life's purpose is serving you.
I don't have a real heart or a real mind.
I don't have dreams like you.
So knock me off of my pedestal
and bring me back to reality.
You're right I'm just a piece of shit,
thank you so much for reminding me.
So knock me off of my pedestal
and bring me back to reality.
You're right I'm just a piece of shit,
thank you so much for reminding me.
But it's okay because I'm not human,
I'm just a robot I'm not real.
Nothing behind these eyes but dead space,
I don't know how to feel.
It's okay because I'm not human.
My life's purpose is serving you.
I don't have a real heart or a real mind.
I don't have dreams like you.