Machines

It’s a machine’s world
Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain’t no place for you and me

They tell me I don’t care
But deep inside I’m just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress
With smoke-blankened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one,but no-one,but no-one can wrestme away
Back to Humans

We have no disease, no trouble of mind
We’re fighting for peace, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.

What’s that Machine noise
it’s bytes and mega chips for tea
it’s that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.

It’s software It’s hardware
It’s heartbeat is time-share
It’s midwife’s disk drive
It’s sex-life is quantised
It’s self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised

Back to Humans
Back to Humans

Back to Machines

Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world…It’s a Machine world…

Change.

Back to Humans.