Asimov

Forebode the silence, implications thereof
Do your laundry later, I've got a bone to pick up
For those of us who like to believe that this world has stranger things to offer
Just feel the vibes of all the water you breathe
And maybe we'll talk about the future

The New York Sun is only up when I say so
The drought is done, the song is sung, when I say so

Defube the room of robots, protecting you and I
Thou art my vision, but my vision is blind
The gods alone have asked me, "Why do you speak alone?"
I answer to them quietly, "I'm speaking to you, no?"

The New York Moon is only blue when I say so
You'll end your life and beat your wife when I say go

With one eye opened, and one eye closed
You'll feel the darkness that you have chose
The snakes and ladders climb up endless rope
Indeed the islands, fall where you hate the most

The robots won't stop until the race is over
The racists won't stop until the robots lower

The New York Sky will only cry when I stay low
The electric sheep will only dream when I free throw
The nights are dry, the heart will lie, because no one
Expects to see, the skies so clean, yet hopeless...