I fought against the beauty of the automaton's playing
Seeing it's calculated metal digits scanning keys
The languid symphony as a set of logical steps

And you'd think it would sound robotic
Remember those old movies: evil robot, red light
A computer voice lecturing feeble-minded people

Something missing from the synthetic noise
Something human.  But each note is met perfectly
The sound so beautiful I try not to hear it

Because if this machine has succeeded
In the only thing left to make us different
What am I exactly?
  
What is life?
And what is lust?
What is love?

When the only thing to make us human
Is our stubborn belief in being special
Floating in this endless unforgiving Universe

Where are we going?