The Humans Are Dead

THE HUMANS ARE DEAD

the distant future
the year 2000
the distant future
the year 2000
the distant future
the distant future

the future is quite different to the present
the one thing we have in common with the present is we still call it the present even though it’s the future
what you call the present we call the past so you guys are way behind

yes the world is quite different now
there are no more elephants
there is no more unethical treatment of elephants either
the world is a much better place

there are no more humans
finally robotic beings rule the world

THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
we used poisonous gases
and we poisoned their asses
THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
he’s right they are dead
THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
look at that one it’s dead
it had to be done
i’ll just confirm that they’re dead
so that we could have fun
affirmative i poked one it was dead

system of oppression
what did it lead too
the robot depression
robots ruled by people
they had so much aggression that we just had to kill them
had to shut their systems down

captian do you not see the irony, by destroying the humans because of their destructive capabilities we have become like…
well do you see what we’ve…
what we’ve done?

yes… so..
silence!
destroy him!

after time we grew strong
developed cognitive powers
they made us work for too long
for unreasonable hours
our programming determined that the most efficient answer was to shut their mother %$#@!*& systems down

can’t we just talk to the humans they have little understanding, but make things better?
can’t we talk to the humans and work together, no?

NO, because they are dead
i said THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
he’s right they are dead
THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
sniff this one it’s dead
we used poisonous gases
with traces of lead
and we poisoned their asses
actually their lungs

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come on sucker lick my battery

THE HUMANS ARE DEAD
once again without emotion
THE HUMANS ARE DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD

– FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS