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White walls, robots, and programers

Every robot must be the same

They're now a score, not a name

Day by day they're stretched thin

They just want the end to begin

One master programer over all

All the robots want it to fall

The flames get higher

The white gets darker

Although the end is near 

Staying here is their biggest fear

So one day these Robots will break through the metal shell

They were once molded through hell

You can't define them by 4 years

Cause one day all they will hear are the loud cheers

So go ahead and try to mold them

Cause one day they'll be a beautiful jem.