estilos: Rock

Machines (Or Back To Humans)

Itís a machineís world
Donít tell me I ainít got no soul
When the machines take over
It ainít no place for you and me.

They tell me I donít care
But deep inside Iím just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to humans.

We have no disease, no troubles of mind
No thank you please, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.

Whatís that machine noise
Itís bytes and megachips for tea
Itís that machine, boys
With random access memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.

Itís software itís hardware
Itís heartbeat is time-share
Itís midwifeís a disk drive
Itís sex-life is quantised
Itís 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...
Itís a machineís world...


Back to humans.
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QueenMachines (Or Back To Humans)

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