The Last Skeptic (Pax Roboto) Lyrics

You have the fears

But now the page has turned

There's fear in the heart of the artist

So too

The military man

As the work they do in earnest

Becomes just a nostalgia act

There's a cold storm brewing

Moving to the East

Good luck with staying warm this winter

While they count electric sheep

And sleep

The sleep of the gods they sleep

And the writing's on the wall

It all defies imagination

Can't you see them disappear

Left stranded at the station

Waving goodbye

Watch them disappear

See that look of fear

Oh

When the future comes too fast

And there's no turning back

Hey man

What's your plan?

Who will pay the pensions?

Oh no!

In the Pax Roboto

We must feed the algorithm

Until the fall of Man

Hey man

What's your plan?

Or are you the final skeptic

Standing there?

Are you the last skeptic?

Are you that man?

Well if the future's one of wonder

Well I wonder what will become

Of those enterprising people

Along with you and me

Well we've all become just measurements

And endless observations

We all must give a little piece

To Frankenstein's creation

It's alive!

The monster is electric

With a silicon soul

Go

Oh

When the future comes too fast

And there's no turning back

Hey man

What's your plan?

To live off this subsistence, yes?

Oh no!

In the Pax Roboto

We must feed the algorithm

Until the fall of Man

Hey man

What's your plan?

Or are you the final skeptic

Standing there?

Are you the last skeptic?

And can I shake your hand?

You have those fears

But now the page has turned

We're still in the dark

But now the page has turned

So we sell ourselves more fairy tales

And we make up more enchantments

Until something in our DNA

Suddenly rejects this

And some become like animals

And others choose their faction

The rest become like Bedouins

In this artificial

Wasteland

Of our own

It's of our own invention

And we'll watch it burn

Oh,

God only knows.

All I can say is

Go, robot, go!

Oh no

Watch the robots grow up

And everybody's growing with 'em

Hey man

What's your plan?

Is it victory or vengeance?

Oh no

In the Pax Roboto,

We must feed the algorithms

Until the fall of Man

Hey man

What's your plan?

Or are you the final skeptic

Standing there?

Are you the last skeptic?

Are you the last skeptic?

Are you the last skeptic?

And can I shake your hand?