ItÔÇÖs a machineÔÇÖs world
DonÔÇÖt tell me I ainÔÇÖt got no soul
When the machines take over
It ainÔÇÖt no place for you and me.
They tell me I donÔÇÖt care
But deep inside IÔÇÖm 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
no thank you please, no regard for the time
we never cry, we never retreat
we have no conception of love or defeat.
WhatÔÇÖs that machine noise
ItÔÇÖs bytes and megachips for tea
ItÔÇÖs that machine, boys
With random access memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.
ItÔÇÖs software itÔÇÖs hardware
ItÔÇÖs heartbeat is time-share
ItÔÇÖs midwifeÔÇÖs a disk drive
ItÔÇÖs sex-life is quantised
ItÔÇÖs self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.
Back to humans
Back to humans.
back to machines.
Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world...
ItÔÇÖs a machineÔÇÖs world...
change.
Back to humans.
