Forged of titanium and micro-processors, entirely synthesized
An autonomous wonder-man, highly intelligent and organized.
I see clearly at all times even within the shadow of night
I can be a being of astonishment, with an endless light.
To be this house of metal, containing no moral insights
Enables a rise in my programming to more potent heights.
I can lay entire countries flat and rip holes in the sky above
And shall fear no evil, perceive no pain nor fall prey to love.
I can be everything mortal man has forever aspired to be
A prodigal son, a Frankenstein, a consummate of immortality.
A creation beyond enlightenment, I'm so taught
Low and behold, untainted perfection...
I, ROBOT!


But, there is a part of me which I am tied to
And cannot be undone although I have tried to
Just one thing this man of metal can never do
is shed a tear and cry like you.


If only there were a god for me, the spiritual tool
To be given biological insights, the emotional fuel
And should this longing thought of change come true
Then, the first thing I would surely do
is remove my metal face and cry like you.