Letra de Book of Bot
He's a wretch and Like all the rest he thinks There's time to make trouble And time to make a mess He says "Punch in automate Stomp on, stamp out" Mechanized and traumatized He's tapping things obsessivelyFinds his boss' office And tears it apart Torches the evidence Quits his jobVoltage highways Currents moving constantly Blissed out and circuit bent He's summoned by his majestyAnxious electric Taps into the registry A challenge to the monolith The obelisk is posturingSleeping monsters rise (Manichaean Disguise) Ransacks JunktownGlass-eyed ogre Builds himself an armory Lives like a hammer (A vulgar diplomacy)A new kind of prophet Tyranny Trauma A new aristocracyFinds flaws in the eyes of his enemies Wages war and flies his flag Prelude to the coming of A new machine metropolis