They're prepping us for the meeting With the planets' new resident. Made by a genius's hand,

They're prepping us for the meeting With the planets' new resident. Made by a genius's hand, Artificial intelligence. Everyone sees a clone in it, A soulless freak. And on the puppeteer's order It's ready to march to the slaughter. And counting on eternal supports, We won't notice it step out of the shadow And become more human Than anyone who lived before you and me.