(They didn't know where it was going on, but they knew what it was, wasn't it?) So I get to this point. Hoping it doesn't sound like a long path, interrupted by some corner. Tricky would say hell is there. That precise place where I'm turning 360º. And in that moment I'm looking around and watching myself in the other faces. I was driving my life in the opposite way. And now what? Just like all the rest. Everyday Robots. Until we press 'restart'. Again.
We are everyday robots on our phones,
In the process of getting home.
Looking like standing stones,
Out there on our own.
We're everyday robots in control,
In the process of being sold.
Driving in adjacent cars,
'Til we press 'restart.'
(They didn't know where it was going on, but they knew what it was, wasn't it?)
Everyday robots just touch thumbs.
Swimin' in lingo, they become,
Stricken in a state of sleep.
One more vacant seat.
For everyday robots getting old,
When our lips are cold.
Looking like standing stones,
Out there on our own.
