Machines (Or Back To Humans)

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 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
What’s that Machine noise
It’s bytes and megachips 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 a 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’s world…
Change
Back to Humans