We are all perverted

Deserted souls in space

Suffering keeps all our hope in place

Hope keeps all the suffering in the human race

Hope keeps all suffering in place



Build a Machine

To make us love ourselves

To clean our vile hearts

To stop the ripping apart of our souls

And minds to make us color blind righteous and kind



We have been tainted and painted with a curse on our backs

Somewhere between the big bang and the big buck

We fell out with luck and in with intellect

And what do you expect... life begets life and death = death



Build a Machine

To make us proud and just

To harness our confusion of hate and lust

Based solely on trust



To save us from ourselves



Look what history taught us

Look what the money bought us

Look how history caught us

Look what the money bought us

Look what history taught us

Look what the money bought us



I see the death clouds from your money towers

I see the wasted minds from misuse of power

How about a computer vision with a dose of wisdom to educate the children



Build a Machine to raise our conciousness

That will give us defense to fight against ignorance

To protect the hearts and minds of us all

To raise our conciousness

That will come to our defense

That will make us love ourselves