Only Robots Need To Think In Binary

Roots, rock, discotheque
Politicians on the decks
Shove your laptop up your arse
Only manboys play guitar
Pick a side, bunker down
And find out who’s the enemy now

Music is worth more than this
Divisions are society’s
Be your own identity
Only robots need to think in binary

So many claiming wisdom
But everybody’s floundering more or less
Each tribe promises freedom
Except in how you think, speak, act and dress
Acceptance is ambrosia
Don’t expect the answer to be “yes”

Like an infant seeking mother
Switching one cage for another
Be your own identity
Only robots need to think in binary
(It’s about time to erase the lines)

It’s about time
It’s about time
It’s about time to erase the lines

Is there a god above
Or is there just oblivion in the end?
Or is there something else
Our minds can never start to comprehend?
That voice in your head
Is it an angel, the Devil or a friend?

The scope of your reality
Is nothing to infinity
Be your own identity
Only robots need to think in binary