Partly Fiction
Eric Novak
Shadow
These are the bots I know I know
These are the bots I know
These are the bots I know I know
These are the bots I know
These are the bots I've come to know
These are the bots I know
These are the bots I've come to know-ow-ow
There are robots with robot arms
There are robots with wheels for legs
There are robots that make the cars
And then robots to drive away
And then write their dreams in the stars
With a code they can't explain
There are robots to make the steel
And then robots to seed the rain
These are the bots I know etc.
There are robots to help farm teeth
And thank God those robots can't feel pain
There are robots that see your soul
And then wonder what belongs to them
There are robots that cry fake tears
To see what tears might entail
There are robots that go too far
And then robots that can't be blamed
These are the bots I know etc.
There are no baby robots that I've met
Maybe baby robots don't exist
There are robots, they're made of stone
Grinding down into a quiet age
Their teeth are gumming up with sand
Spots of oil slowly seep away
They learned so much of nature
And never a bit of nurture
And no matter what might take place
These robots never seem to pray
These are the bots I know etc.