to please the patron

we set the limits to the human art
but then we worry at the thin remains
only the robot now may have a heart

across the road we watch the children dart
not knowing what we'll give them for their pains
we set the limits to the human art

all things seem likely at the very start
and even winter's hopeful for the rains
only the robot now may have a heart

what they have learned must fit into the chart
and be mapped into the coming campaigns
we set the limits to the human art

this is a principle we should impart
to those who think that they will break the chains
only the robot now may have a heart

and so we think ourselves both wise and smart
to have avoided all the tears and strains
we set the limits of the human art
only the robot now may have a heart

full measures of anguish

there is a way to find the safest road
back to the lands where our journey began
to where the early swift bright river ran

we know this place and want it to explode
with all the pain that put us under ban
there is a way to find the safest road

you know so well that truth is just a goad
what we will do is all set in the plan
not one of us is truly a whole man
there is a way to find the safest road