The beating of a heart, I heard, was just machinery
The breathy echo of a word, a program on repeat
I fought to keep the blinders on, to tell myself you're real
But in the end, alright, I'm wrong, you didn't, couldn't feel
Your flesh and blood, a spire stands, a circuit in the spark
Your lovely face, a plastic case, a robot's all you are
A robot's all you are
I oftentimes became confused by how you would behave
As if were there the word to lose, there's nothing you would say
Today, of course, I understand, umbilicals don't plug
Your mother, father, it's your man, your god, and it's your drug
Your flesh and blood, a spire stands, a circuit in the spark
Your lovely face, a plastic case, a robot's all you are
A robot's all you are
A robot's all you are