M.O.D.A. (machine of defensive action)MODA, God, Robot MotherI'm asking this of you becauseyour vast technologywill be rolling on long after I am goneUnless you take my mindRefine it. Then fill my bodywith elastic glueThen replace my organswith permanent organsYesterday, now I wasn't like you...
MODA, God, Future TruckerWhat will happen in your future warWill this be the time I should come aliveto cover while you're moving the BOMB
Now I'm seeing through MODA eyesThings are flashing like lights inside meNow this is useful during serious wars'cause I can be up above them
MODA, God, Robot MotherWhat will happen during nuclear warWill this be the time I should come aliveto cover while you're moving the BOMB
