Mechanical Toy In The People's Country Lyrics

"Mechanical toy in the people's country"

Mechanical artificial human...
Primitive...
An incubator is your house.
A serial number on your chest, blind!
Only one program’s in your mind
I’ll come for you.
I’ll take out the artificial heart from you. I shall force you to think as a human.
Your time has come, It’s time to live.
Remove your skin. Now you are free.
The mechanical f*ckin’ iron toy become alive.
Now your life has a sort of sense.

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