Pulsing rhythms, clanking steel

The use for humans at the wheel

The machine goes on, the threat is real

People suffer, people feel.

Toxic air and barren waste

In mankind leave a bitter taste

The more we kill, the more we die,

The more machines that fill the sky.



Twenty first century, teknolust.



Super-sized, supersonic

Livin' large and electronic

The machines we made to call our world

And are all that's left when all else burns

Progress is a progress does,

Built until that's all there was

The more we stack, the more we spend,

The more machines that watch us bend.



A fitting end for unfit friends,

No invitation could extend

Silent eyes watch silent streets

Silicone and steel the only heartbeat.