Rubber Robot

somethings comin' up. some kinda hot boilin' molten function bubblin' straight into your system, cloggin' your mainframes and your membranes. thick black puddles of toxic steam seep streamin' up through the shattered asphalt and curdle all the cognac and the bourbon. AND the bourbon is hot. and the bones in my hand turn to coal within my flesh lava. something's comin' up. some kinda magnet covered in fungus absorbin' the carbon dioxide exhaled by the mouths of a trillion tiny dying mammals. every brain damaged astronaut comes crashing towards the skyscrapers as an all powerful rubber robot circles the madness encrusted globe. it's something alright.