Surrounded by robots, I jump from the tree
Hand-picked by inebriants, I walk through the fire
Torn down by society, I want to be free
Through junkyards and candy stores, a merciless liar
I sleep in foul sweat, count dollars in dreams
No point in existing, just go with the flow
I wonder if the future is as black as it seems
Until, just like others, I lie down below
A message from congress, my time is now short
The judge, most impressive, hands down his decree
In wool suit and clown shoes I stand in the court
But experts and witnesses all fail to agree
It is here I wait until the machines come again
By death or deforestation, I accept this, the end.