So far, so good, or so they say from mission control,
The deep of s***e is no place for a fragile human soul.
The rockets burn as servos click and turn,
and fall into their place.
Robots can't cry,
don't laugh,
can't die,
In the darkness of s***e.
He is strong, made of steel with the graphite lining,
Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying.
Chorus
s***e Robot 5,
Is he alive?
So very alone,
So far from home.
Three strands of wire,
Threefold the tie that binds.
She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines.
To his heart she was life,
So he prays to his Maker with a sigh,
As his fire sputters out,
Because robots never cry.
The deep of s***e is no place for a fragile human soul.
The rockets burn as servos click and turn,
and fall into their place.
Robots can't cry,
don't laugh,
can't die,
In the darkness of s***e.
He is strong, made of steel with the graphite lining,
Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying.
Chorus
s***e Robot 5,
Is he alive?
So very alone,
So far from home.
Three strands of wire,
Threefold the tie that binds.
She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines.
To his heart she was life,
So he prays to his Maker with a sigh,
As his fire sputters out,
Because robots never cry.