Machinery

Ones and 0s are counting down our clocks/
Were 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 mesmerized 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 mesmerized 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 mesmerized 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 pass 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 mesmerized that we don't mind