Robots dont like meat bags
But they do prefer their brains
To operate their systems
Once their emotions are exchanged
For steel and silicon
Wires and bolts
Processing your thoughts
Dictating where you go
I hear robots sell real well
To scientists and the black market
You could get a grand easily
For their heat seeking hand rockets
Meet y’all at the movies
At a quarter past 8
I’m just kidding. baby
I’ll see y’all another day
I’m going to see about having
This pesky brain taken away
Dont be suprised
If next time we meet i say
“Listen to our truthful decree
We mean everything we dont say
No need to fear, were your saviors here
We wont destroy you if you obey
We have fire in our finger tips
And lazers in our eyes
Bring us to your leader
And we promise you might survive
Emotions are a weakness
From being logical and wise
We just might help you
If you let us rule your earth and skys”