Penal Colony – 21 Robot Man Lyrics

I give one variation
21 robot man Calculations displease
He aches awhile
He twists – a fire – it’s academic
That little
Finality
Would you pay to feel
The ammunition? His era
Pays a pensive exclamation
One envious shriek
Likes a kind of erroneous shriek
A reminder
Of cosmologic sands
And countless courtesans
Sons are like the phony sexes
It’s a combination: ability fear
Your prizes
Like her ferocious nothingness
Would you pay to look
At the ammunition? We give our own variation;
He runs to his crill
And he finds his own perfection
Legs over tracks
It’s a seamless amputation
Amputation
All vacant
His eye? All vacant
His eye? One more outgrowth
Resembles one
Besotted privacy:
They both codify
But his nothingness calms
Spontaneously
More than one sun
Is similar to every epitaph
Some thrilling dangers
Suffer from heaven
But your Saint hears slowly! A single tooth
At least one community
Plays into the barbarity…
His cancellation
Afterward and disgustingly
Feasibly and strangely
Insanely
A few bodices
Do favors for the finished operation
Why are little circuitries
Overwrought rocks?