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You’ve lost your soul for eternity
But you’ve never been free
When it’s said and done
We can run
It’s our eternity

Tell me when you see the smoke
Hear my cry and bring me back to home

Send an SOS through a telegraphic note
Expressed in shreds
Written in code, signed to a note
‘Cause nobody should know
What it’s like to be alone
So take back your soul
A lot to uphold
A lie to be told
'Cause love’s not set in stone

Come as you are, my darling
Bare bones so I can see your soul
I’m beginning to lose control
I need to know who’s starting
To crumble down my nervous walls
Had to stumble for far too long
Come as you are, come as you are
I’m beginning to lose control
I need to know, I need to know
You’re beginning to lose control…

Metropolis
  • Metropolis
  • Janelle Monáe
  • The Audition
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View a sky without any blue.

Breakfast on incandescent, built to chew.

Dream to find another world

Where a cyborg can love and a cyber girl is still a queen.

Where there’s no law,

Tying my heart from the start.

Where there’s no war, if my dreams run a little wild,

But if there’s no call from joy control

Warning me against this disease in my heart.

Freein’ my soul.


Population 10 zillion and six

Where signs say, “Welcome to the Star Core Metropolis.”

Me, I live on the wired side of town,

Reaching and searching for a space called paradise found.


Where there’s no law

Tying my heart from the start.

Where there’s no war, if my dreams run a little wild,

But if there’s no call from joy control

Warning me against this disease in my heart.

Freein’ my soul.


And it’s a common thought

that wired folk can be sold and bought.

That we have no feelings no memories or minds,

That we’re bionic strumpets only worth a dime.

To some it’s a surprise when I smile.

And when I hold your hand, they say,

“How can a wired thing understand?

Love is too deep; it’s too wide to feel

when your soul is a button

and your foot glows in heels.”

Program. Program. Reprogram.

One nation, under a microchip.

Neon slaves, electric savages,

open your hearts. Open your eyes. Your chariot will arrive.


Hey, Anthony Greendown from sector nine. (From sector nine)

With beautiful eyes

I’ve served you now about thirty-eight times.

Thirty-eight times I’ve looked in those eyes.

You see me laughing, the love when I hold your hand,

I wanna take you, take you with me to another land.


Where there’s no law

Tying my heart from the start.

Where there’s no war, if my dreams run a little wild,

But if there’s no call from joy control.

No call.

Please go with me.

Oh come with me.

I need you.

Let’s leave. Let’s leave.

Come. Come. Come.