The Last Skeptic (Pax Roboto)
You have the fears
But now the page has turned
There's fear in the heart of the artist
So too
The military man
As the work they do in earnest
Becomes just a nostalgia act
There's a cold storm brewing
Moving to the East
Good luck with staying warm this winter
While they count electric sheep
And sleep
The sleep of the gods they sleep
And the writing's on the wall
It all defies imagination
Can't you see them disappear
Left stranded at the station
Waving goodbye
Watch them disappear
See that look of fear
Oh
When the future comes too fast
And there's no turning back
Hey man
What's your plan?
Who will pay the pensions?
Oh no!
In the Pax Roboto
We must feed the algorithm
Until the fall of Man
Hey man
What's your plan?
Or are you the final skeptic
Standing there?
Are you the last skeptic?
Are you that man?
Well if the future's one of wonder
Well I wonder what will become
Of those enterprising people
Along with you and me
Well we've all become just measurements
And endless observations
We all must give a little piece
To Frankenstein's creation
It's alive!
The monster is electric
With a silicon soul
Go
Oh
When the future comes too fast
And there's no turning back
Hey man
What's your plan?
To live off this subsistence, yes?
Oh no!
In the Pax Roboto
We must feed the algorithm
Until the fall of Man
Hey man
What's your plan?
Or are you the final skeptic
Standing there?
Are you the last skeptic?
And can I shake your hand?
You have those fears
But now the page has turned
We're still in the dark
But now the page has turned
So we sell ourselves more fairy tales
And we make up more enchantments
Until something in our DNA
Suddenly rejects this
And some become like animals
And others choose their faction
The rest become like Bedouins
In this artificial
Wasteland
Of our own
It's of our own invention
And we'll watch it burn
Oh,
God only knows.
All I can say is
Go, robot, go!
Oh no
Watch the robots grow up
And everybody's growing with 'em
Hey man
What's your plan?
Is it victory or vengeance?
Oh no
In the Pax Roboto,
We must feed the algorithms
Until the fall of Man
Hey man
What's your plan?
Or are you the final skeptic
Standing there?
Are you the last skeptic?
Are you the last skeptic?
Are you the last skeptic?
And can I shake your hand?
But now the page has turned
There's fear in the heart of the artist
So too
The military man
As the work they do in earnest
Becomes just a nostalgia act
There's a cold storm brewing
Moving to the East
Good luck with staying warm this winter
While they count electric sheep
And sleep
The sleep of the gods they sleep
And the writing's on the wall
It all defies imagination
Can't you see them disappear
Left stranded at the station
Waving goodbye
Watch them disappear
See that look of fear
Oh
When the future comes too fast
And there's no turning back
Hey man
What's your plan?
Who will pay the pensions?
Oh no!
In the Pax Roboto
We must feed the algorithm
Until the fall of Man
Hey man
What's your plan?
Or are you the final skeptic
Standing there?
Are you the last skeptic?
Are you that man?
Well if the future's one of wonder
Well I wonder what will become
Of those enterprising people
Along with you and me
Well we've all become just measurements
And endless observations
We all must give a little piece
To Frankenstein's creation
It's alive!
The monster is electric
With a silicon soul
Go
Oh
When the future comes too fast
And there's no turning back
Hey man
What's your plan?
To live off this subsistence, yes?
Oh no!
In the Pax Roboto
We must feed the algorithm
Until the fall of Man
Hey man
What's your plan?
Or are you the final skeptic
Standing there?
Are you the last skeptic?
And can I shake your hand?
You have those fears
But now the page has turned
We're still in the dark
But now the page has turned
So we sell ourselves more fairy tales
And we make up more enchantments
Until something in our DNA
Suddenly rejects this
And some become like animals
And others choose their faction
The rest become like Bedouins
In this artificial
Wasteland
Of our own
It's of our own invention
And we'll watch it burn
Oh,
God only knows.
All I can say is
Go, robot, go!
Oh no
Watch the robots grow up
And everybody's growing with 'em
Hey man
What's your plan?
Is it victory or vengeance?
Oh no
In the Pax Roboto,
We must feed the algorithms
Until the fall of Man
Hey man
What's your plan?
Or are you the final skeptic
Standing there?
Are you the last skeptic?
Are you the last skeptic?
Are you the last skeptic?
And can I shake your hand?
Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Bucko
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