Small Arms Dealer Robotic Man Of The Future (mini Robot 100)
memories fade to black,
you can't change the past,
so don't look back.
time flows like sand,
through the ghostly hands,
of a limbless man
the harder you grasp the shorter it lasts.
I'll just have to turn away.
that shit belongs to yesterday.
see I've got this fear, I'll die in my sleep,
not with a bang, not with a squeak.
I swear that when I'm gone,
I'm bringing everyone along
I can see ahead,
and all the things I'll do,
'til the day I'm dead.
every day that we get,
spent awaiting death,
with baited breath.
there's a tear in my eye, I swear it's not mine.
I'll just have to turn away.
that shit belongs to yesterday.
see I've got this fear, I'll die in my sleep,
not with a bang, not with a squeak.
I swear that when I'm gone,
I'm bringing everyone along
I'll just have to turn away.
that shit belongs to yesterday.
see I've got this fear, I'll die in my sleep,
not with a bang, not with a squeak.
I swear that when I'm gone,
I'm bringing everyone along
