They march to the beat of the drum they run when their leaders tell them to walk they compromise when their leaders tell them to even if it means they behave like robots they choose to be free when they know they are slaves thinking the world belongs to them when really it belongs to their masters when really their masters have enslaved them with chains that are invisible to them but are made of iron but the scariest thing is when they look into a mirror and see their reflection they are not made of metal their blood is red, their skin made of dust each of the robots looks like either you or me.