Just A Robot,,,

When I Look At My Hands,,,
I Know There Not Real,,,
Just A Series of Rods And Gears,,,
That Are Programmed To Feel,,,

My Eyes Are Just Camera's,,,
I Can Look,,,But I Can Not See,,,
And I Have A Computer,,,
Where My Brain Should Be,,,
So Why Do I Think,,,
There Is Something Wrong With Me,,,

I Have Been Sent To Control,,,
The Masses And The Mobs,,,
It's Nothing Personal,,,
It's Just My Job,,,

The Establishment Says,,,
It Shouldn't Take To Long,,,
So Why Does It Feel Like,,,
What I'm Doing Is Wrong,,,

I Have Superhuman Strength,,,
And I Can Jump About 40 Feet,,,
I Have No Need For Sleep,,,
And I Never Have To Eat,,,

I Have Been Sent To Kill,,,
All The People Who Resist,,,
But Lately I Have Come To See,,,
That The Only Resistance Is me,,,

I Am Just A Robot,,,
I Can Only Do As I Am Told,,,
I Don't Know What It Means,,,
To Be Free From Another's Control,,,

I Can Only Be Whatever,,,
I Am Programmed To Be,,,
And I Wish To Be Human,,,
So I Could Be Free,,,

I Am Just A Robot,,,
Made Up Of Rods And Gears,,,
And I Wish To Be Human,,,
So I Could Cry Real Tears,,,