Janelle Monáe - Metropolis

Taken from her unreleased collection, Metropolis Advance: The Audition. This should have been on her album.

“And its a common thought,

That wired folk can be sold and bought.

That we have no feelings, no memories, no minds,

And were bionic strumpets, only worth a dime.

To some its a surprise when I smile,

And when I hold your hand, 

They say How can a wired thing understand?

Love is too deep, too wide to feel,

When your soul is a button, 

And youre [clothed in steel?]

Programmed, deprogrammed, reprogrammed,

One nation, under a microchip,

Neon slave. Electric set.

Open your hearts, open your eyes,

Your chariot, will arrive.”