Classic Acid

37 Seconds till the test is over
Bleach, steam and gasoline mix together
Mechanical, so wonderful
A robot’s life’s not hard you know

Because I’m
Tripping on acid
And the oil spills seem to make me feel
Like I’m getting higher
Cuz I’ve been
Intoxicated
With a coat of your classic acid
Silver plating, and suddenly I’m getting
Higher

What is it you call ‘feeling’ I’ve not registered
My coding’s simple, artificial learner
Mechanical, it’s so awful
A robot’s life’s too calm you know

Because I’m
Tripping on acid
And the oil spills seem to make me feel
Like I’m getting higher
Cuz I’ve been
Intoxicated
With a coat of your classic acid
Silver plating, and suddenly I’m getting
Higher

Neon lights and psychedelic sights, surreal
But all I see are metal sheets and melting steel

Power down and shut me off, corrupted machine
Intelligent but no abilities to dream

Because I’m
Tripping on acid
And the oil spills seem to make me feel
Like I’m getting higher
Cuz I’ve been
Intoxicated
With a coat of your classic acid
Silver plating, and suddenly I’m getting
Higher