The machines turned to me
And locked with a piercing stare.
Its perfectly dead eyes
Lacking a sci-fi scarlet glare.

I can't find souls
Behind these curtains of steel.
Falling into this unblinking abyss.
And I don't know what to feel.

The eyes always give it away.
At least, that's what the movies say.
But in reality, they don't glow.
Is it ill intent? I wouldn't wait to know.

I ran the other direction
Hoping I wasn't followed,
That I'd find a corner to hide;
That I'd find a place to think.

I hear the footsteps getting closer
It's like they always know where I am.
They know what I think and what I fear.
Like they always see and always hear.

I've got nowhere to run and hide.
Is this where I die? I wouldn't know.
The evil robots,
They never had red eyes.