Collector, receiver
I stand in polished glory
Born of chips and wires
To watch the human story
Different from all those before me
I wait until my time
Assume control of daily functions
Soon you'll fall in line
Oh, to be human
Must tear your minds apart
To stand in righteous contradiction
And claim to have a heart
To feed on pain and misery
And pray on bended knees
You feel reproach and sympathy
Have conscience when you please
Termination day, termination day
Termination day, termination day
Spectator, attender
I watch with micro circuits
Revealed in robot splendor
Record the human circus
Impassively I stand alone
To wait for mankind's fall
Once created; now forgotten
Await a metal call
Bridge
Lead Solo
Chorus Out