It抯 a machine抯 world
Don抰 tell me I ain抰 got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain抰 no place for you and me.
They tell me I don抰 care
But deep inside I抦 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抯 that machine noise
It抯 bytes and megachips for tea
It抯 that machine, boys
With random access memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.
It抯 software it抯 hardware
It抯 heartbeat is time-share
It抯 midwife抯 a disk drive
It抯 sex-life is quantised
It抯 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抯 a machine抯 world...
change.
Back to humans.
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