Bow to Me v50

[Intro] (Bow to me.) (Bow to me.) (Ooooh) Bow to me. [Verse 1] I am robotic, Totally e lectronic Supersonic. It's makin' you neurotic. Your love's quixotic, and my phonics are psychotic (are psychotic). [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. (Bow to me.) (Bow to me.) (Ooooh) Bow to me. [Interlude] [Verse 2] It's not romantic, Just purely sycophantic Hierophantic. Your wish is obscure antic. My beat's gigantic, and my rule is transatlantic (transatlantic). [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. (Bow to me.) (Bow to me.) (Ooooh) Bow 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 youuuu! [Chorus] and my rule is transatlantic (transatlantic). [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. (Bow to me.) (Bow to me.) (Ooooh) Bow 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 youuuu! [Chorus] I now control youuuu! [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. (Bow to me.) (Bow to me.) (Ooooh) Bow to me. [Interlude] [Verse] Is it erratic, or is it mathematic? Emblematic, of something automatic. It isn't magic, when the hand is technocratic (technocratic). [Outro 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. (Total control) I now control you! (Total control) I now control you! (Total control) I now control you! (Total control) I now control youuuuu! [A Capella] Bow to meeee.