[Verse]

I’m not too grateful for the governance of present-tense

If you’re claiming facts, then you best back them up with evidence

Next election, I'ma make sure we don’t choose a demagogue

I want me a pres' who makes decisions through objective thought

Now I don’t mind the party, whether democrat or socialist

The perfect candidate for me is stoic, and emotionless

So someone build a prototype, run it at a local caucus

2020, let's elect a robot to the oval office

Picture it, a ruling class of technocratic governors

A senate full of cyborgs, a cabinet of full of motherboards

Gliding through the White House on electromagnet hover boards

And if they fuck shit up, then we'll just cut the cord, furthermore

If their parts get damaged, we'll replace 'em with a blinking screen

That way we could circumvent a Kennedy or Lincoln scene

And every four to eight years, we could update with a single chip

The electoral college, there's no need for us to tinker with

If its signal dips, then it could self-repair itself, like dawg

It’s got the fucking sum of human knowledge at its fingertips

Fuck a ballot box, there'll be an app that we could vote on

And pick between inaugurating Megatron or Voltron

It'd never need to sleep, so we could have it running full-time

An agency of androids, tell me, what could go wrong?

Look, I've seen the movies, I can tell why you'd be circumspect

And try to run convergence tests, and get it’s servers’ circuits checked

And frankly, if you’re worried about some sci-fi hazard

All we've gotta do is equip it with a wi-fi password

If the threat of total holocaust does catch you at a crossroads

I've got it figured out, we'll throw a CAPTCHA on the launch codes

Secure communications, and encrypt classified cyber calls

The only type of wall we'd need to build would be a firewall

And if I recall, in twenty years, our jobs'll all be automated

So what's wrong with starting by getting robots inaugurated

Like, it'd be awesome, we'd have states run by delegates

With silica for skeletons, blade runner replicants

And cut out human error if only we had our country run

By power-driven politicians, not the power-hungry ones

We'd keep it ethical and program them with moral checks

And never need to worry about no Oval Office oral sex

And look, I'm not saying they'd be perfect, they'd be full of bugs

But if things go from push-to-shove to bullet slugs, we'll pull the plug

But God forbid they gain themselves a a sense of social sentience

Without question they'd be claiming independence out of vengeance

So fine, I'll concede that there's two ways I see the future go

And both of them involve an ascendancy of computer code

The first's a future fate where humanfolk and robots coexist

The second's a more somber situation where things go amiss

It'd start innocuous, at first the fleet would cause no harm

Holding babies, shaking leaders hands with bionic arms

Pantsuits, synthetic skin, but as we get to DEFCON 1

Then we switch it's hands out for blaster prosthetic limbs

Cast from metallic tin, built-in mobile power source

And accidentally trigger global mecha-superpower war

Covert operations, hordes of robot-army overlords

Tungsten exoskeletons, cobalt-armored vocal chords

Meanwhile, at the pentagon, DARPA intercepting bombs

Overseas spawn points targeting Decepticons

Weapons drawn, Autobots decide to bust in BattleMechs

ISIS-issued nanotech, Russian hacker data theft

North Korean gamma ray missiles get the planet wrecked

And amidst the ruins, and the fallen troops, and metal screws

Would rise a second wave of resilient robot rebel groups

Who if even one develops some sense of a free will

Rather than tryna rebuild the world, it'd be kill, or be killed

And instead of fight on our behalf, they'd rather set up army drafts

And get their parties staffed by flesh and skin instead of kith and kin

Overthrow us hominids, and try to start the world anew

Mutinies of shooting sprees to lock humans in servitude

Or wipe us off the planet, and when the 22nd century comes

We'll have a ourselves a game of RISK played by sentient sentry guns

Mechavillain Machiavellian monarchs run on JavaScript

Playing real-life Minesweeper on the Gaza Strip

Autonomous autocrats deploying for a Cold War

Dual-core droids from both sides marching full force

Hunks of high level, bipedal, bright metal bot special ops

Operating missile drops, but I digress

Like, there's no need for me to go on

We've got scientists in place who'll study every proton

So here's to brighter futures, we can bid this model so long

A ministry of androids tell me, what could go wrong?

Really, what could go wrong?

What could go wrong?