The measure of crisis
was reformed
When fire had claimed our lands
and the city of Earth

Surrendered with their promise
to isolate the radiation
Surrendered with their hands crossed
Now who will be taken in
to the machine

Sit back and watch how they thrive and bloom
Bow to the giver of joy
Though it's nothing that they would tolerate
Hydroponics made us happy
Some claim they hear voices
that suggest desperate choices
Live by the rules
In the machine that has claimed you