Meat Machines

Are we the first to be the last
Have the die already been cast
It's such a very precarious line
Between stoned and petrified
If Oedipus never was told his fate
Would he have been able to shake it
If you can't see the cage you're in, how can you break it?
Is the signal gone?
Have we disintegrated yet?
Why do all the stars look so disaffected?
And are humans nothing more than meat machines?
Or is there more?
Is there more to us?
Too busy rewriting history
To see what tomorrow brings
Too busy pretending to be clean
You can never say what you're really thinking
Because if you question their beliefs
Or assumptions they'll destroy you
When you can't see the maze you're in, how can you escape it?
Is the signal gone?
Have we disintegrated yet?
Why do all the stars look so disaffected?
And are humans nothing more than meat machines?
Or is there more?
Is there more to us?