Song parody of
The Robot Died From Robot AIDS
by Randy Cool
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When the three-pronged purple laser beam shot in the consciousnesses
Of Rev. Duke Chauncey, Reginald Funkhouse, and I
It showed us the future
The future as most of us conceptualize it
Which of course is a false understanding of its true texture
The laser divulged to us the true nature of time
That all time is simultaneous
The conventional concept of "linear time" is just another product of the human species' Attempt to understand a universe beyond our current abilities of comprehension
In fact, most people live thier lives at different points in time
Then the people around them
While you live your live and interact with others
Keep in mind that they have either already lived that moment
Or have yet to live it at all
But I digress
The laser showed us the future
The past, and other versions of our present
It was an awe inspiring journey
From which there was one caveat
Most knowledge and information attained during the vision would leave our mind's Memory at a rapid pace
We all intuitively knew this
After experiencing this vision which seemed to last for days
We returned to where we had been
As we attempted to recall the vision
Like attempting to recall a dream
We struggled to piece together the details before they would be lost forever
The one event that seemed to stay with us all clearly
Was the struggle of Earth's last living being to stay alive
While the being was mechanistic
It's desperate attempt to stave off death was oddly
Humanistic-ally moving
It's sounds of confusion
Weakness
And struggle seem to be the divine embodiment of the fate of all life
Life is the drug
We all get cut off
Come with us and hear the fate that will someday be yours and mine
When the three-pronged purple laser beam shot in the consciousnesses
Of Rev. Duke Chauncey, Reginald Funkhouse, and I
It showed us the future
The future as most of us conceptualize it
Which of course is a false understanding of its true texture
The laser divulged to us the true nature of time
That all time is simultaneous
The conventional concept of "linear time" is just another product of the human species' Attempt to understand a universe beyond our current abilities of comprehension
In fact, most people live thier lives at different points in time
Then the people around them
While you live your live and interact with others
Keep in mind that they have either already lived that moment
Or have yet to live it at all
But I digress
The laser showed us the future
The past, and other versions of our present
It was an awe inspiring journey
From which there was one caveat
Most knowledge and information attained during the vision would leave our mind's Memory at a rapid pace
We all intuitively knew this
After experiencing this vision which seemed to last for days
We returned to where we had been
As we attempted to recall the vision
Like attempting to recall a dream
We struggled to piece together the details before they would be lost forever
The one event that seemed to stay with us all clearly
Was the struggle of Earth's last living being to stay alive
While the being was mechanistic
It's desperate attempt to stave off death was oddly
Humanistic-ally moving
It's sounds of confusion
Weakness
And struggle seem to be the divine embodiment of the fate of all life
Life is the drug
We all get cut off
Come with us and hear the fate that will someday be yours and mine
