Machinery

Ones and 0s are counting down our clocks
We're surfing the river of digital blood
Presenting ourselves as who we are not
A pretty disguise for our inner rot

Wired and brazed slave driver
Diversions of what we strife for
Decompose our souls and time
But we're so mesmerised that we don't mind

We stumble blindfolded through the hell
That we are not willing to escape
We fly like moths to an alluring light
And lose all feeling for nearness and time

But the worst part of our blindness is
That we admire it as progress

Wired and brazed slave driver
Diversions of what we strife for
Decompose our souls and time
But we're so mesmerised that we don't mind

Wired and brazed slave driver
Diversions of what we strife for
Decompose our souls and time
But we're so mesmerised that we don't mind

I'm looking back to the days of my youth
When the meaning of the word 'friend' was true
Year after year will go by
And the true meaning will eventually die

Is this the world you want to live in?
Anything but social, due to networking
Is this really how you want your life to be?
Forever a gear to the machinery

Cut off your connection
Forever a gear to the machinery
Cut off your connection
Forever a gear to the machinery

Machines reign, we are bound to the machine
And not even trying to be free

Wired and brazed slave driver
Diversions of what we strife for
Decompose our souls and time
But we're so mesmerised that we don't mind

Wired and brazed slave driver
Diversions of what we strife for
Decompose our souls and time
But we're so mesmerised that we don't mind