Get in the Robot

Running from my angels like I'm Shinji and it don't stop

You're gonna need more wine and weed to get me in the robot

Let's skip the skirmish

Fast forward to the scene we cooking rappers in a furnace

Bustello in the thermos

Walk a warming planet hale and hearty with no purpose

A hundred thousand verses

Scrawled on padded walls the motive still is undetermined

Under water falls he read a sutra, tame a serpent

The fame was never certain, watch the climate close the curtains

Missive to the air from the surface

Ghost in the shells, apparitions in the circuits