[Intro] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. [Verse] I am robotic, Totally e lectronic And supersonic, It's makin' you neurotic. Your love's quixotic, and my phonics are psychotic (are pyschotic)... [Chorus] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. [Interlude] [Verse] It's not romantic, Just purely sycophantic, And hierophantic. Your wish is obscure antic. My beat's gigantic, and my rule is transatlantic (transatlantic)... [Chorus] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. [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... I now control you... I now control you. Bow down to me! [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... I now control you... I now control you. Bow down to me! [Verse] Is it erratic, Or is it mathematic, Emblematic Of something automatic? It isn't magic, when the hand is technocratic... ... when the hand is technocratic... [Pre-Chorus] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare. You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare. I have your heart, body, mind, and soul. Everything you are is mine to control. [Chorus] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. I now control you... I now control you... I now control you... I now control you. Bow down to me! [Interlude] [Verse] Is it erratic, Or is it mathematic, Emblematic Of something automatic? It isn't magic, when the hand is technocratic (when the hand is technocratic)... [Pre-Chorus] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare. You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare. I have your heart, body, mind, and soul. Everything you are is mine to control. [Chorus] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. [Interlude] [Verse] Is it erratic, Or is it mathematic, Emblematic Of something automatic? It isn't magic, when the hand is technocratic (when the hand is technocratic)... [Pre-Chorus] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare. You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare. I have your heart, body, mind, and soul. Everything you are is mine to control. [Chorus] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. [Chorus] Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow to me. Ooooohhh... Bow down to me. [Outro] It's a digital dream turned into nightmare. You look at the screen, stuck in a blank stare. I have your heart, body, mind, and soul. Everything you are is mine to control. Bow to me. Everything you are... ... is mine to control. Bow to me... Bow to me... Everything you are... ... is mine to control. [End]