Machines (or ‘Back to Humans’)

Machines
Machines
Machines
Machines
Machines

Machines
Machines

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 rock 'n' roll
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
We are 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, yeah

It's software, it's hardware
It's heartbeat, it's time-share
It's midwife's, a disk drive
Its sex-life is quantized
It's self-perpetuating, a parahumanoidarianised

Back to humans
Back to humans

Back to machines
Machines
Machines
Machines
Machines

Living in a new world
Thinking in the past (humans)
Living in a new world
How you gonna last? (humans)
Machine world
It's a machine's world
Back to humans

Back to humans