Good Robot - Jehst

I’m just tryna be a good robot

Keep my head down and do what I gotta do

Money is god, I serve the economy

I must give thanks for my freedom to consume

I’m just tryna be a good robot

Keep my head down repenting in solitude

Money is god, I worship the currency

I must give thanks for my freedom to consume

So why do I choose to speak metaphorically

When I could easily reap the rewards of conformity

Caught up in these plastic distractions

Shrink-wrapped luxuries, electronic contraptions

We’re all ultimately lost here on planet earth

Cursed even before your mother’s first contractions

In childbirth submersed in the universe

Born as a pawn of economic expansion

Demonic in our actions

Conceived in erotic interactions

Cos for every action, an equal and opposite reaction

We’ve become robotic in our passions and follow fashions

Technological detachment

This is evolution at a tangent

See it clearly

Investigate the chaos theory

Overstand that everything is random

I’m just tryna be a good robot

Keep my head down and do what I gotta do

Money is god, I serve the economy

I must give thanks for my freedom to consume

I’m just tryna be a good robot

Keep my head down repenting in solitude

Money is god, I worship the currency

I must give thanks for my freedom to consume

Why do I choose to dress and talk informally

And disobey the rules and laws accordingly

Caught up in this media typecasting

Looking to the stars as the skies darken

When the war’s done I’ll hang up my uniform

And go tend to the roses in my back garden

Until then I chase this vision of a unicorn

Gin in the bottle and orange juice in the carton

The poetry is death

Dynamic opposites conflicting from new life to first breath

Baby steps

Children of the stardust now you’re just tryna be a good robot

We programmed the odds with the instinct

Searching for happiness and material things

You know the world is collapsing around you

But you wanna act like you don’t see a thing

You’re just tryna be a good robot

Keep your head down and do what you gotta do

Money is god, you serve the economy

You must give thanks for your freedom to consume

You’re just tryna be a good robot

Keep your head down repenting in solitude

Money is god, you worship the currency

You must give thanks for your freedom to consume