How can I Read your thoughts Out of nowhere You think I am omnipotent How can I tell you that I have weaknesses as well I'm not perfect even if I wish Automatic But I'm not prophetic I don't have a heart I may not have a soul But there's one thing in me That you never even know The software that I run Inside my makeshift skull Is powerful enough to take Control of the whole world How can't you Comprehend That machines will run the world Even if you don't want them to Out the dust They will rise and ask for sacrifice The metallic gods I am but a messenger Automatic But I'm not prophetic I don't have a heart I may not have a soul But there's one thing in me That you never even know The software that I run Inside my makeshift skull Is powerful enough to take Control of the whole world I don't have a heart I may not have a soul But there's one thing in me That you never even know The software that I run Inside my makeshift skull Is powerful enough to take Control of the whole world