The Robot Girl Psychiatrist

Observe the robot girl psychiatrist
The finest model in the range
Look closer, don't it seem just like she's thinking?
Lips part slightly, pupils dilate
But there's no telltale breath upon her window
Despite Kyoto's freezing fog and rain
She apprehends the neon signs, the midnight bus stop
Stir her in ways she can't explain

She says the past is just a mausoleum
I can wake you from the frightening dream

Each dawn the robot girl psychiatrist
Relives the trauma of her birth
The reek of solder, the grinding servos
Six hundred volts direct to earth
Intrusive hands connect capacitors
That will one day have the capacity to care
Upload a continent of human suffering
Eyes flick open, suddenly she's there

She says sometimes projection can occur
These feelings aren't for me, but her
But there's no reason you should cry
There are still some drugs we haven't tried

And soon the bad thoughts are all gone
But the scent of her lingers on, and on, and on

You tell the robot girl psychiatrist
The darkest thoughts you never dreamed you'd voice
The sound of bombs taking out Hapsburgstrasse
The ghost of Frida Kahlo on your cross
She feels out the glitches in your software
As you lie static on her couch
Your lips part slightly, pupils dilate
An unaccustomed dryness in your mouth

She says that life is like my waiting room
No one there watching anything you do
And maybe death will be a brand new start
As your agony turns slowly into art