Son of Robot (Tree City Sessions)

How, how could we forget about you?
The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood
Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude
Fighting cow, how could we forget about you?

Say you don't hate me for nothing
Hate me for falling out of reach
Hate me for something
Never knew that you could be so lonely, lonely

Running out of feelings so pretend you can be lonely, lonely
Stuck in your mind

Can't let it go
What hurts you the most
Is I wasn't there to beg you
"Baby, don't go"
Put on a show

Light it up, light it up
No, it's not a phase
It's the way that she combs my hair
Never wake, never wake from this coma

How, how could we forget about you?
The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood
Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude
Fighting cow, how could we forget about you?

Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing
Your catharsis is beautiful, I wish I could be you

Show up at the ball with your doo-doo faced babe
The robot with human hair is dead, but gets laid
That's why he's got all these kids on the way
His son's a girl named baby swirl that loves to swang his blade

Can't let it go
What hurts you the most
Is I wasn't there to beg you
"Baby, don't go"
Put on a show

Light it up, light it up
No, it's not a phase
It's the way that she combs my hair
Never wake, never wake from this coma

Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing
Your catharsis is beautiful, brighter
How I wish I could touch you
Feel you, breathe you, be just like you



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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