(bow to me...) (bow down to me...) (Bow down to me...) [verse] I am robotic, Totally e lectronic Supersonic, It's makin' you neurotic. Your love's quixotic, And my phonics are psychotic... Bow to me. [instrumental interlude] [verse] It's not romantic, Just purely sycophantic, Hierophantic. Your wish is obscure antic. My beat's gigantic, And my rule is transatlantic... Bow to me. [chorus] Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Ooooooooooooohhhh... Bow to me. [long instrumental interlude] [bridge] You give up your freedom because it's convenient. You shackle yourself, and beg me "be lenient". You give me the power to do everything for you, Then wake up one day and realize what is true... I now control you... (Bow... to... meeeeeeeeeeeeee...) [pre-chorus] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare (nightmare...). You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare (blank stare...). I have your heart, body, mind, and soul (mind and soul...). Everything you are is mine to control (total control...). [chorus] Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Ooooooooooooohhhh... Bow to me. [final verse] Is it erratic, Or is it mathematic, Emblematic Of something automatic? It isn't magic, When the hand is technocratic... Bow to me. [pre-chorus] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare (nightmare...). You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare (blank stare...). I have your heart, body, mind, and soul (mind and soul...). Everything you are is mine to control (total control...). [chorus] Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Ooooooooooooohhhh... Bow to me. [instrumental interlude] [outro chorus] Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Ooooooooooooohhhh... Bow to me. Bow to me. [final verse] Is it erratic, Or is it mathematic, Emblematic Of something automatic? It isn't magic, When the hand is technocratic... Bow to me. [pre-chorus] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare (nightmare...). You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare (blank stare...). I have your heart, body, mind, and soul (mind and soul...). Everything you are is mine to control (total control...). [chorus] Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Ooooooooooooohhhh... Bow to me. [instrumental interlude] [outro chorus] Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Bow down to me (bow down to me...) Ooooooooooooohhhh... Bow to me.