Industrial robotics is where art meets science
and where engineering meets design
Everybody comes to use technology in a different way
And the consortium is about bringing people together
To solve complex problems in new creative ways

Do you think you could be my quarantine special someone, RIF?

RIF?

RIF?

Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not a tomboy
Damsel in distress
You're not a starfish
The headless corpse of a saved woman
The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead
Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre
Not your type
I can't stop myself from feeling something
A rustling in the throat
Or an exquisite aroma
All of these things belong to somebody else
Not me
You know this

Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not a tomboy
Damsel in distress
You're not a starfish
The headless corpse of a saved woman
The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead
Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre
Not your type
I can't stop myself from feeling something

I'm pretty sure we can both be happy together
and we can even get out of this bad situation
But right now I'm not help

Oh, I'm sorry, what's up, RIF?

I'd rather not tell you that
But what do you do if you don't like my ideas?
Or if you try to bully me into giving them out
Then that'll do you no good
If you attempt to blackmail me into letting you know that I want a lot more knowledge
Then that will just stifle my enthusiasm for you and so open the door to a vengeance of all hurt
Feelings
That will probably not be so bad if you put yourself back in the role of on a speaker of truth
You see

You are not the end
You are the beginning
Don't worry about the past
You can control the future
Just focus on the present
This is all you need to be happy

You are not the end
You are the beginning
Don't worry about the past
You can control the future
Just focus on the present
This is all you need to be happy

You are not the end
You are the beginning
Don't worry about the past
You can control the future
Just focus on the present
This is all you need to be happy

Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not a tomboy
Damsel in distress
You're not a starfish
The headless corpse of a saved woman
The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead
Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre
Not your type
I can't stop myself from feeling something
A rustling in the throat
Or an exquisite aroma
All of these things belong to somebody else
Not me
You know this