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She's got that face that face that face!

Made of alu-min-um foil and empty space!

My circuits taste like birthday cakes!

And robots don't get bellyaches!

#Voice: WorldPatternz (clean) #

how can I get this through to you

the summoner, puppet master, I know that's you

all the chaos in my head, what is it to you?

tell me how, how to reach the cyborg crew

cry-borg malfunction crisco party!

Everyone's invited but nobody's horny!!

cyborg tears taste like pennies!

Swimming pools filled with bennies!

doodoo face babe speaks in colors!

My heart's a box of roller coasters!!

malfunction gumption!

robot consumption!

hair presumption!

#Voice: WorldPatternz (clean) #

don't you dare go, I know I don't know

what it's like to hold you, so baby don't go

we'll put on a show oh oh oh oh

but you let it gooooo, so let it go

you light it up so much, words that get me going

catharsis is beautiful, wish I could be knowing

cry-borg with thinning hair, broken but still showing

liiiiiight oh oh no oh oh oh oh

I wish I could touch you, feel you, breathe you

be right by you