Q.U.E.E.N.
Janelle Monáe Lyrics

View a sky without any blue.
Imagine a world without traditional norms or restrictions.

Breakfast on incandescent, built to chew.
Consume artificial, man-made food products.

Dream to find another world, Where a cyborg can love and a cyber girl is still a queen.
Aspire to discover a place where even the most technologically advanced beings can experience love and royal treatment.

Where there's no law, Tying my heart from the start. Where there's no war, if my dreams run a little wild, But if there's no call from joy control Warning me against this disease in my heart. Freein' my soul.
Seek a place without suppressive laws or societal expectations that prohibit one's full expression and liberation of the soul.

Population 10 zillion and six, Where signs say, "Welcome to the Star Core Metropolis." Me, I live on the wired side of town, Reaching and searching for a space called paradise found.
Reside in a bustling, technologically advanced city while seeking an elusive utopia.

And it's a common thought That wired folk can be sold and bought. That we have no feelings no memories or minds, That we're bionic strumpets only worth a dime.
Combat the prejudice that often assumes that beings with advanced cybernetic enhancements lack emotions, memories, or intelligence and are devalued or viewed as commodities.

To some it's a surprise when I smile. And when I hold your hand, they say, "How can a wired thing understand? Love is too deep; it's too wide to feel When your soul is a button And your foot glows in heels."
Defy the notion that cyborgs are incapable of experiencing true, deep emotions and understanding love despite their superhuman abilities and augmented appearance.

Program. Program. Reprogram. One nation, under a microchip. Neon slaves, electric savages, Open your hearts. Open your eyes. Your chariot will arrive.
Encounter the perpetual push-and-pull between conforming to society's expectations and reprogramming oneself for individuality and a personal sense of purpose.

Hey, Anthony Greendown from sector nine. (From sector nine) With beautiful eyes, I've served you now about thirty-eight times. Thirty-eight times I've looked in those eyes. You see me laughing, the love when I hold your hand, I wanna take you, take you with me to another land.
Yearn for escape with an individual with whom the artist has found a deep and meaningful connection despite the societal barriers that surround them.

Where there's no law, Tying my heart from the start. Where there's no war, if my dreams run a little wild, But if there's no call from joy control. No call. Please go with me. Oh come with me. I need you. Let's leave. Let's leave. Come. Come. Come
End the song by reiterating the desire for freedom, beckoning the listener to join in the journey to liberation and an unrestricted, authentic existence.